I swear, when she looks at me like this, she is trying to ask, "When exactly is that 'baby' person going to go back to wherever he came from?" Poor girl. She has always been a bit nervous, particularly of outsiders and small creatures. And, while my son has grown out of trying to pounce on her, chasing her around the house, and even trying to gentle lay his head on her in a mock hug, she is still wary of him. I'd had high hope for them for so long, but it seems my sweet girl is set in her ways and he may just always be the interloper.
Oh Vivian, I hope you know, you will always be my baby girl.