Three months of dimples and coos and truly astounding vacillations between traditional cuteness and the funniest faces you ever did see. Three months of kissable marshmallow fluff cheeks. Three months with a new little light brightening up the corners of our home. Maranatha Eleanor, you are dear to our hearts.
First little giggle? Check.
Fascinated by and frustrated with hands by turns? Check.
Discovered existence of feet? Check. (But maybe only because she was wearing footy pants with monkeys on the feet that day...)
She's as teeny-tiny as ever. She's a snuggle bug. She makes us laugh.
And she's just getting started.
My very favorite outtake:
And a video or two for good measure:
I came back just to stare at her lips.
ReplyDeleteShe is sweetest perfection, a little Rosebud.