Heidi is indeed my girl. She must have missed me so much during the day. Every night, she will stick to me like glue. The moment I walk out of her sight, she will be miserable. I trick her with toys but that only last for a while. Once she sees me walking past her, she will held out her hand prompting me to carry her. If I ignore her, she will cry until I hold her in my arms. And at the very moment, she will stop whining.
If only I have the whole time in this world to carry her, I will really do so. Her little warm body and her sunny smile always melt my heart. Heidi has recently even learnt to give me a tight hug around my neck (her hands are short) and a wet kiss on my face wherever I pick her up from the infant care centre. I cannot help myself wishing this moment will never end and she will be my little baby girl forever.
Oliver was also like this when he was 8 month old.
