Received 06/14/2006 02:46

Who's Your Daddy?

As Hannah nears the 20 month mark her vocabulary is gradually increasing and I do mean gradually. She isn't exactly a "Gabby Gode" yet, but given who her parents are I am not really worried. She will get there soon enough. I am already dreading those phone calls from her teachers!

Anyway, the other morning when we were getting ready for church, she wandered into our closet. All of a sudden I hear "Dada". Now she has said that for a while and even knows what it means, so I just kept going. She KEPT saying it over and over so I go into the closet and find her looking at a picture of Ricky. She was recognizing him through a picture! I thought alright! What about me?

Well, he had found some pictures from Las Vegas some 5 years back. Now granted I am not as skinny as I was then, but I thought she MIGHT still be able to tell who I was. After all I am the one she whines to ALL of the time! No such luck. Didn't have a clue who I was!

Fast forward to church... We have to sit in the cry room. Not b.c she cries all the time, but b.c she RUNS everywhere: on the altar, out the door, etc... For the first time she didn't cry when we got in the cry room. She was even pretty good through the service.

About half way through she starts looking out the window and says, "Dada, Dada" over and over. I look up and sitting in front of the window is a Filipino guy! He could hear her, too. I am sure he thought, "Uh... lady do I KNOW you?"

Hannah just KNEW that her daddy was out there waiting on her! I was cracking up! I must admit though that my little Filipino guy was MUCH better looking then him.

When I went to communion I told him that her daddy was Filipino too, and his wife said, "I thought that might be!" What a hoot!