Sophia isn't sitting up on her own yet, but she lasts longer now when I prop her up. She's such a happy little camper most mornings. It's a wonder she smiles back at me instead of shrieking when I peek my scary bed head over the edge of her crib each morning. No matter how frightful I look she knows my presence means one thing, breakfast.
I think she kind of looks like me when I was a baby in this picture. What do you think?
