I’m Lizzy now, and I have a daddy who takes such loving care of me.
The next day, Sunday, the end of our weekend of bliss, we spend much as yesterday. A bath, diapering, feeding, playing, and bottles. But no special one. You tell me that it would come when we are back at my house. My Daddy will be living with me at my house every night now until my last day at work when this house will be transformed for us into my baby palace. In mid-afternoon, you leave...Read On