Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Five Months


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.