Daddy's Girl

Keatt's always been Daddy's girl. I have found it funny in the past when Trevor is away she doesn't mention him. This weekend she asked about him every few hours. Friday she stood at the screen door saying, "Daddy come home." It wasn't even his usual time to come home and he never comes in through the back. Every once in a while she would tell me daddy's at work. The one I liked most was "Daddy's standing at work." Okay. You can't debate with a 2 year old's logic. No matter how often I tell her he was hiking, he was at work according to her.
When my sister visited a few months ago, she taught Keatt to answer "Where does Aunt Erin live?" with "New Mexico." Keatt still remembers, but if you ask Keatt where Aunt Erin is now, Keatt will tell you she is on an airplane. Keatt used to tell me Daddy was in the car when I said he went to work. Then we visited his work. We met him in the front area and took the elevator to the lunch room. That was all Keatt saw of Daddy's work. Telling me he was standing at work makes sense in that context. Sometimes out of the blue (often when we are coming down the stairs in the morning) Keatt will tell me, "Daddy's having a good day." It's good to know she's so close with her daddy that she knows how he feels!
I kept Keatt up to see Trevor when he returned from hiking tonight. Hugs, hugs, hugs. As soon as everything was inside, she took his finger and lead him upstairs to read books. Seconds before I heard the car outside we were brushing teeth and getting ready to read books. I asked if she wanted me to come up too. "No, just Daddy." Trevor said, "I'm sure Mommy can come." "No." I've gotten used to that. During the day she's mine, but when Daddy is home, she is all his; unless she gets hurt, then it's all Mommy!