Cutie Pants

A few weeks ago, I saw a poll on babycenter.com called “Is Your Baby Cuter Than Other Babies?”  Because I tell Jacob he’s adorable about seventeen times every day (John and I have discussed how stressing a person’s traits so much could be damaging later, but for now, he’s a baby and I just can’t help it), I clicked on it.

I found that 97% of respondents think their babies are, indeed, “way cuter” than other babies, and 87% “discuss this phenomenon with other people—like [the] baby’s dad.”

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On further reflection, I do think he is just about the cutest baby on the planet.  As his mother, I may be biased.  On the other hand, he may really be that cute.  (Just ask his grandma!)

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