Baby sweet smell.
Softest of skin to kiss.
Rolls of pure chubby goodness.
Big smiling doe eyes.
Fond of those soft, convenient thumbs.
Our baby girl with the dark brown hair.
She’s my Doll Baby.
Pinched for cuteness by big sister.
Smooched and sung to by brothers.
She flourishes with each new day.
She’s four months and then some, and I wonder…how did we ever live without her?