For some reason last night, Brayden was a Daddy's boy. He didn't want anything to do with me. Didn't want me to hold him or play with him....nothing. This is a very rare moment. Lately he has been clinging to me and not letting me more than 2 inches from him. If I try to sneak away to do something and he sees me, it results in a screaming, crying, chasing after me ordeal. I must admit that it was kind of nice because I was able to get dinner made and things taken care of without having to hold him while doing it, but it was kind of sad too, because I love the "being wanted" feeling. Here are a few pictures I snapped of the rare but wonderful moment.