Friday night we had a sleep-over with Lauren. It was Trista's highschool reunion weekend and Jacob had made plans to stay with his uncle. So Lauren had us all to herself. The evening (and morning) confirmed my suspicions that she is definitely Papa's (she says it with a B) girl. I had hoped that she simply gravitated toward him by default. Jacob is always the first in the door and makes a b-line for Nana. With Nana's arms full, I assumed Lauren's second choice was Papa. This time the sibling competition was absent, and she STILL glued herself to "Bapa." Saturday morning, when she began to stir, I went in to say "good morning" and brushing the hair from her eyes and squinting up at me, her first words were "where's Bapa?". We had tons of fun with her, taking her to Pizza Hut, playing outside, endless book-reading, pretending to be Gassy (her name for Gracie--which may be a more appropriate name for the basset). She was ready for bed around 9:00 and asked for her mi'k, then her bankit and binky. Slept right through until about 9:15 Saturday morning. 
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