Who can resist a roly-poly baby girl who lights up like a Christmas tree every time you even glance her direction?
One who loves to carry on with thunderous, squealy discussions and who enjoys to creating her own unique piglet-like grunting noises?
Whose sapphire baby blues are mesmerizingly pure, and her squishy flesh absolutely delicious. (I know . . . I've tested).
I can't. That's for dang sure.
Consider me officially wrapped around her little finger. . .
Willingly.
By the way, can you tell we're finally over the bias of not smiling for the camera. I think she's figured out it is actually friend, not foe.
