They had to go to Australia for some work. so i had to stay home alone. my mom felt so bad about it. the day before they left she said to me "i am so ...orry because we have to left you." i said "it is ok mom i will be fine". then she said "i called someone to stay here and take care of you while we are gone." i got really mad about it. i yelled "what ? i am not a c***d mom. i can take care of my self". she smiles and said "no you cannot. you have to listen to her" i said ok with a sad mood.Today. While Louisa still had her own place, she spent nearly every weekend with us, from Friday evening though Sunday evening. She even kept some of her office attire at our house in case she stayed over Sunday night.We knew it was time to really talk about what we were doing one Saturday night as we were lying in bed with Louisa between us.She turned to Wallace, stroked his cheek, and said, “I love you.”She then turned to me, stroked my cheek, and said the same thing.Without even looking at each. I held her until she calmed a little before I spoke again."Why did you think it was important to tell me this?" Another question whose answer I wasn't sure I wanted to hear.Jen looked around for some way to escape the question, and finding none, stared at her hands in her lap."It's, um, well, you see," she began, then, taking a deep breath to steel herself, she blurted out, "You remind me of him!" That's why you've been so giddy around me sometimes?" I asked, gently.She nodded quickly, not. ”“Thank you,” Claudia said with the kind of pride in her child that only a mother can achieve.Magus came out of his office and looked in the stroller. He frowned and shook his head in dismay. He said, “She’s a Gerber baby.”“That’s a bad thing?” Claudia asked.“She’s going to grow up to be a beautiful woman. You know how I feel about that,” Magus said. Shaking his head, he said, “You’d think that she’d have inherited some of Igor’s ugliness.”“Phil isn’t ugly,” Claudia said.Magus said, “I’m not.