Is it bad to have a favourite cry?
My favourite Cammy cry has no tears. It starts with a brief warning. A little screwed up face with a sticky-outy bottom lip… Closely followed by an I’m-still-a-newborn “waah waah waah” that is not loud and is dripping with cuteness.
It’s pretty much a guarantee that you’re going to get scooped up, cuddled, kossed (yes, kossed, not kissed) and loved on.
It never gets old.
Oh, my sooky boy.
I have had three people say “he looks like an Anne Geddes baby”. It is nice to know that other people see the beauty.
It is like I dreamed him into being. His big blue eyes, his cupid bow lips, his velvety skin and his sensitive yet cheeky personality.
Now if I have my brown eyed, piggy tailed, silly girl – watch out.
I would be perfectly content with just my Cammy but lately I’ve dreamt of little sisters and brothers… just sayin’.