Newborns. They tend to be sleepy puddles of wrinkles, urps, and yawns.
Then along comes this little one.
Brand spankin' new and already looking right at you. These are not dissinterested eyes. If the two of us were siblings in the backseat of a car I would probably be whining "Mooom...she's looking at me again."
Well,
because she is.
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