I Want Pop Pop

All day today Caitlin has been saying "I want Pop Pop." When we were in Ft. Smith she constantly wanted to know "where's Pop Pop?" if he wasn't in the same room. When she woke up from a nap or in the morning, she'd ask for him. She started calling him "my Pop Pop." I think she's right.

At one point, I was holding her after she woke up from her nap. She suddenly got down out of my lap and went over to Pop Pop's recliner, where he was sleeping very soundly with his feet up. She scurried up his legs, sat in his lap and turned around and looked at him like, "I'm here, why aren't you paying attention to me?". It was absolutely precious -- I wish I'd had the video camera on to tape it.