In general, the best part of our day is the part when daddy walks in the door from work. As soon as we hear those keys jingling, the cats jump up from their naps and pace back and forth, Lola squeals and wiggles like there's no tomorrow and I grab my chapstick.
Because a wife must get gussied up for her husband.
It's the law.
Reece and Lola spent this evening chatting and laughing on the floor. That is, until Reece fell asleep. All those late-night nerd games make him a very sleepy boy.
I didn't even realize Reece had dozed off until I overheard the following protest:
A little louder.
More pronounced this time.
I turned around to see this:
Upon hearing my suggestion to "let papa nap," Lola merely chuckled.
If there's one thing I can say about my baby, it's that she's persistent. She is also blessed with the ability to make herself undeniable.
That's why in the end, she got what she wanted.
Because what Lola wants, Lola gets. Or so says the song.