I Am Cute

A while back after one of Silas's doctor appointments I was telling Eric where Silas fell on the percentile charts for his height and weight at that time.  When I finished Eric asked, "Well, did the doctor tell you he was in the 100% percentile for his cuteness?"  "No", I said, but she sure should have!

I like to sit in my bouncy seat for short amounts of time.  I smile and play with the toys so that my family can see how cute I am. 

Sometimes I get to sit at the dinner table with my family and play with some toys.  I flash mommy some of my smiles and she runs for her camera... She thinks I am cute.

When I wake up in my bed I like to roll around and talk.  When mommy or daddy come into my room, I look up and give them one of these big smiles... They think I am so cute.

Peek-a-boo!  Look at me peeking out of this carrier cover.  I am not sure if you can see me or not... But I am smiling and I am cute.

Here I am.  Yep, the cutie in the carrier, that's me.

Sleeping in my swing, sucking on my fingers and trying to cover my face, this one can be hard to pull off, but.... I am still cute.

Getting ready for a fun ride in the jogging stroller with my sister.... I am cute.

 Mr. Cutie Pants, that's me.  All the time... Cute, Cute, Cute.

 Even moments like this, when I make my square crying face, I am cute....

 Here I am with the other local cuties.  Their room is across the hall from mine.  We like to have Cute kid hang-out time.  Daddy keeps telling us to "Stop being so cute."  But, we just can't stop.  Smiling and being cute is what we do.  It is who we are.  That's right Daddy, can you hear me?  Cute kids rule!