I watch an adorable little boy–I’ll call him Baby W. to protect his sweet identity, even though most of you know him–1-1/2 days each week. It’s a nice arrangement: just enough time to break up our week and give Daphne someone other than me to interact with, but not too much time that I can’t run my errands or clean my house or see friends.
The best part of watching Baby W. is seeing my daughter love on him. When he gets here in the morning she hurries over and rubs his back and kisses his head. Then she follows him around with an empty bottle and shoves it in his mouth, because if the bottle is available then it should be used.
Might I tempt you with a bottle, the contents of which have already been consumed?
Sometimes I find them having these baby conversations without words. This morning she was tilting her head and nodding at him while making sounds that she thinks are actual words but aren’t, and he responded by flapping his arms.
Babies can hurt you with their cuteness.
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ahh, simply precious!