Daddy's girl

Molly's always been smitten with her daddy, but this week it has reached to new levels. Perhaps it's because he's been taking more of the night wakings and rocking/singing her to sleep when I don't have the patience (which is most of the time).
This weekend she was so overtired and unwilling to sleep that he had to rock her and sing to her to try to get her to take an afternoon nap. He was in her room for a LONG time and when I checked on them, at first I couldn't find him. Then I saw that he had slipped out of the rocker and laid down on the floor in a very awkward position with his head on a mattress on the floor and Molly sprawled across his chest, sleeping. It was the only way she would sleep -- on his body. He stayed that way, kind of dozing but mostly awake, for more than an hour.
So Monday morning rolls around and she gets very excited when he gives her the usual hug and kiss goodbye as he leaves for work. Then he tries to put her down and she won't let go. Every time he tries to release her, she turns to him, grips him around the neck and gives him a ferocious hug.
This morning she tried to detain him by not letting him tie his shoes. She follows him around the bedroom as he's getting dressed and pulls herself up on his legs and stands there, hugging his knees so he can't move.
Here's a shot of them together last week. He's feeding her a peach off a tree at Oma and Grandpa's house. The picture doesn't fully capture the intensity of her grip -- two hands on his hand! She really liked that peach. She sat there with her face on the thing for a long time.