My husband, the former chef, always carves the turkey. It seems like no matter who we have Thanksgiving with, he is the turkey carver.
Isn't he cute? I know!
So my sister? Had this baby? And I swear to frog, that baby looks just like me. It is so weird.
(Okay, it's not that weird, because my sister? She pretty much looks just like me. Except she has braces. And I'm taller. And she's prettier!)
This baby is madly in love with my husband. I think the feeling was somewhat mutual.
Maybe the mutual love is because they are both bald? I don't know. But it's a data point.
My family has some really freaking cute kids. Have I ever said this? Because it's true.
The baby loves me too. She is really one of the happiest, sweetest babies I've ever seen. My heart absolutely melted when she was napping and starting to wake up? I was standing over her and she opened her eyes and saw me and gave me a look just like this:
Everybody needs that. You know? Everyone.