Brother-Bug was (is) disinclined to interact with a whole lot of people. He was never much of a one to go find his Papa, especially if it meant squirming off my comfy lap.
Sister-Bug is so different in that way. Even in her early morning haze, she was off my lap and in her Papa’s arms right away (well… after a nice cuddle and nurse). Obviously someone has to help make breakfast!
And heaven help us if he doesn’t pick her up first thing when he walks in the door after work.
That feels good to Papa-Bug. And watching them have such a sweet bond feels so good to me!