Lately I've been noticing how much of a daddy's boy Murray is becoming. Don't get me wrong, he loves us both, but if Craig is in the room, Momma becomes invisible. Murray and I can be happily playing on the floor, but the minute Craig walks into the room, he lights up and squeals in delight. If Craig walks by without stopping to play, Murray cries and fusses until he drops whatever it is he's doing to join us. It absolutely tickels me. How in the world did I ever get this lucky? These pictures were taken Monday and Sunday, respectively.