My Baby Girl is a worrier.
No, not of the "oh, where's my mommy and is she okay" kind...I'm quite certain she couldn't really give a rat's booty where I am or if I'm still alive...she's a bit...um...independent that way!
Her worrying is more along the lines of this:
Not the best photo...but, if you look closely, you'll see Mr. Wonderful's shirt, folded just so and tucked inbetween her pudgy little fingers.
She love to worry our shirts...or, today...my yoga pants.
Yes...it's a yoga pants day. I know, I know...why do I even bother changing out of my jammies, right? Well...makes me feel slightly more put together...wearing yoga pants vs. jammie pants.
Anywho...she's been a "worrier" today! She'll run off and play, then come back for a quick worry...and then she's off again...only to be back shortly for another little rub.
I love it. It makes me feel like she needs me.
Do you think if I continue to wear jersey knits that she'll always and forever keep running back for a "quick worry"?
'Cuz if so...I might never change...never. ever. ever.