Someone today had the audacity to tell me that their niece was cuter than mine. Yes all babies/children are cute and they shouldn't be compared etc...
And yet.
I present to you exhibit A:
My brother and his family were camping in the great white north. O was too big to be washed in the kitchen sink but too small for the tub...so Coleman came to the rescue.
For my family who likes to see what little O is up to. It's really tres fascinating.
She reaches for my phone. Doesn't get it. But she perseveres- and still doesn't get it. Loses interest for a bit. Looks around. Makes a noise similar to what Wilbur sounds like. Not one to give up she tries for the phone again with her winning smile before turning her attention to my friend's bag. Which she tries to eat.
When Olivia is really happy she does this wiggle thing- seen here in the video. And what amazes me about babies is how quickly their mood shifts. In the span of 30 seconds they will be giggling with joy, then crying in utter despair and then onto complete wonderment. It's quite something.