Daddy goes Vroom, Vroom...

The littlest duck was up all day, refusing all my attempts at getting her to nap.  This means I was "on call" all day (poor me, right?).   Relief came in the form of daddy coming home from work tonight. I could hardly pry a smile from my girl all day.  But he comes home, helps get her ready from bed, puts her in a laundry basket, pushed her around like it was a car and wouldn't you know, that baby was giggling.  I don't know if it was the basket, or the daddy, but for the first time the whole day she was not just tired and irritable... she was happy.  Sometimes a dad is really all a girl wants.  Thankful for her daddy.