In the final few weeks before BabyGio arrives, I’ve been surrounding myself with as many babies as possible. I figure it’s kind of like learning a language by immersion.
So last week my sister brought her kiddos for a picnic lunch at the park across the street. Moriah, my six-month-old niece, got to experience the bliss of eating a strawberry for the first time. (After witnessing the carnage, it’s obvious that Carl’s Jr.’s “Don’t bother me … I’m eating” commercials have nothing on this girl!)
Apparently pregnancy has changed my voice into a man’s voice. How unbecoming. I hope it changes back.
And here, her brother Micah discovers that bomannas have hair.