My Baby's Cuter Than Your Baby
In this competitive blogosphere, it is not enough to merely have the most readers. Nope, the real question is, who has the cutest baby? I do.
Cakes is a giving little soul; she likes to feed the people she loves:
She’s showing signs of being an ESFJ, like her mother. At the drop-in the other day, a mom and her one-year old came in for the first time. Cakes approached the baby immediately and gave her the toy she was playing with. Then she got down a fire truck for her from the shelf of vehicles. Next, she walked over the bookshelves and gestured magnanimously. She’s a sweet little girl.
For the longest time she’s been throwing Dirty Simon
everywhere: down the stairs, out of her crib, in empty boxes--then she gets upset. We couldn’t figure out why she did that, until BP realized she throws him where she wants to go. Makes perfect sense—why couldn’t we figure that out sooner? Dumb parents, we are.
She’s been walking for quite a while now—it’s such fun to watch her adorable penguin-like waddle. Now she tries to run too. It’s hilarious—she gets going a little too fast and her chubby little legs get caught up, her eyes get a little wide and splat! Down she goes. She gets back on her feet right away, with a smile.
We play hide-and-seek together. I run down the hall and hide in the guest room closet. She chases me; she finds me; “boo!” I shout. She puts her hand on my arm, laughs and turns heel, and runs the other way.
What cuteness is your babe up to lately?