Liv, you really like being held by people. This has become very obvious. Daddy uses a carrier that makes you happy.
At first, I was worried because it was weird looking. I felt like a kangaroo, but you love it and I’m not going to argue with you. You’re louder than I am.
Me and you – we are close. Daddy and daughter are like peas in a baby pod.
The puppy is jealous. She wants to crawl in with you or take your place, but she won’t argue with you either. You’re louder than her too.
Your mom “says” she wants to use this baby carrier, but I know she secretly likes the breaks. Mom deserves the breaks. She works hard.
…But she’s missing out on the daddy-daughter dance parties we’re having….
We got our hands up, they’re playin’ our song. They know we’re gonna be okay. Yeah, it’s a party in the U.S.A.




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