You know, there's something about the word "daddy" that just melts my heart. Sure, I could be called father or dad, and that'd be all right. But the 
childlike innocence of the word "daddy" is just so overwhelmingly moving to me.I don't know why I felt like sharing that. Maybe I just wanted an excuse to post pictures of my beautiful daughters... heh...
Zoe started crawling the other day, so now we've gotta put up some baby gates again. I feel kind of bad, though. It's going to impede Lucy's favorite game: running circles around the living room and kitchen.
