Piper is ticklish

Last night there was something askew with the A train. I was all excited about leaving work before 6 and then I ended up waiting on the platform for about a year and a half. I finally ended up taking the third C train that came. When we got to 14th, the conductor said that there was an A across the platform, so I elbowed my way out, just in time to see that the A was packed beyond capacity and there was no way I was fitting in. Of course the doors on the C shut before I could get back in. Long story longer, I just missed Reagan and Hillary when I arrived at the hospital to visit Piper. It was ok though because Piper and I were able to have some quality daddy daughter time. Something that has been a little bit scarce in our relationship these days. At first I just did the usual stuff that I know she likes. I brushed her hair, let her touch my face, stuff like that. For some reason I decided to try to tickle her. She loved it! It was so funny. Every time I would tickle a certain spot on her wrist, she would crack up. This was the most I had ever seen her smile. I tried to get a picture, but it was tough, because in order to get her just right, I need two hands. In the picture above, you can kind of get the idea of the faces that she was making though. Needless to say, we had a very fun visit last night.

Piper, fighting off the sandman.