This morning, as I was getting the girls out of their cribs to get ready for breakfast and then church, I had Emi on one hip and was trying to get Abby over to the edge of her crib so I could get her out.
Instead, she went to the end of the crib and pointed out the door, looking into Ron’s office. Over and over, she’d pointed and say “Da”. She very clearly knew where “Da” would be and wanted him to come get her. I had to tell her 3 or 4 times that “Da” was not there and she had to come with me. Poor baby. 😉 Not!