Leah loves her daddy. Sometimes she loves him too much like when I'm trying to feed her and she just wants to stare at him as he walks around the room.
I know the onesie under the pretty dress isn't a good fashion statement and I was gong to ignore Levin's request that she must wear a t-shirt underneath. But, then I remembered cousin Julia being modest by wearing a t-shirt under her sun dress so I decided Leah could be modest too. Her hair is starting to grow a little bit. Maybe by the time we leave here she will be recognized as a girl instead of my fine big boy.