Daddy Love

While I'm still Violet's first choice for nap/bed/bath/fix-my-ouchie times, Daddy is her go-to playmate.

When she plays with him, she gets loud. Really loud. Girl has serious pipes, and Daddy brings out the volume in her.

She gets physical too, and loves wrestling/tackling/tickling until she can't breathe from too much laughter and screaming.

They invented a game called "Rock n' Roll" where she stands on Daddy's hands, says "Rock n' Roll, Daddy" and then he tosses her up (high) in the air. The squeals that ensue are just delightful.

She decided that she'd do "Rock n' Roll" for us, and seemed surprised when she was unable to throw us up in the air. But perfectly happy when we just jumped on our own and squealed anyway.

I wish everyone could see the way she plays with Fernando. It's like the real Violet comes out - the one reserved only for the most comfortable of moments.