When you’re in the trenches of mommyhood, you sometimes feel a little gritty (like literally, sometimes you realize you forgot to brush your teeth or your hair or something at the end of the day). My Bryan is super sweet, but he’s never been a huge flatterer. He’ll sometimes drop a stray “you look nice today” comment, but he’s just not real wordy. However, lately, when he’s toting around the Micah man, he’ll narrate “Micah’s” thoughts as he walks around. Micah, contrary to his father, is a huge flatterer, apparently. “Micah” tells me all the time how pretty I am, and I really appreciate it. Daddies, take note.