Dear Square Piece readers,
I’ve discovered a gift that I have that keeps my mommy from remembering what day it is, what time it is and what year it is: my big, fat grins.
Considering the fact that changing my diaper is one of the least pleasant aspects of being a parent, I’ve decided to go easy on her and make that my most concentrated grin time. You wouldn’t believe how long she leaves me on the changing table, hovering, cooing and sounding out vowel sounds.
Then she pauses and gives me an opportunity to talk back. Sometimes I do, but making those noises (as opposed to my comfortable grunts) still makes me feel a little unsure. Mommy always gets high pitched and doe-eyed when I try though, caressing my cheek and exclaiming, “Good job!” So it seems like I ought to keep trying at least.
But back to the grins. Sometimes I grin, but sometimes I just make funny faces at her, like this one:
Then she grins right back at me.
Thanks for sharing her!