Just like Dada

Claire is becoming more and more of a Daddy's girl. She just loves her Dada. First thing she asks in the morning is "Where Dada?" I tell her he is at work, but this is just not a good enough answer. I spend the rest of the day explaining that Dada is at work and will be home soon. From the moment he walks in the door she wants to go everywhere he goes and do everything he does. Mark has been playing his trumpet a lot lately. Something Claire loves. The second she hears the trumpet she is drawn to it, like a moth to light. She just can't stay away. She'll then proceed to hover around Mark. Pulling down his sheet music, dancing to the tunes, and grabbing at his pant leg. All in an effort to be allowed to blow into the trumpet. She doesn't make any sound, but she thinks it is the coolest thing ever. Well in an attempt to allow Mark to play uninterrupted we bought her a Kazoo. She thinks it is awesome. When Mark starts playing his trumpet, she will go get her "baby trumpet" and play as well. Then she will proceed to squeal and stomp her feet in delight. I hope some day she loves me as much as she loves Dada.