When V and I first got to Gettysburg, she wanted nothing to do with either BeBe or BaBa. Every time my father even looked at her it was enough to send her into a fit of whimpering or crying. God forbid he try to hold her.

However perseverance finally won out and after two days, V finally allowed my parents to hold her. She is now completely enamored with my father and will smile for him almost as much as she smiles for me, much to his delight.

Mom has had to work a bit this week so V sometimes still gives her a hard time about cuddling.