|"Kelli and the Floating Heads" sounds like a great band name.|
Thankfully she has passed that cuteness on to her sweet babies, including the newest, Kate, who makes you so happy when you hold her you feel a halo of divine light surrounding your person.
The great and terrific and wonderful part of being the aunt rather than the parent is you can swoop in, hold the baby for so long that you know she's going to give her parents fits after you leave trying to get her to sleep anywhere but on a person, then waltz off a couple days later, secure in the knowledge that you, at least, will get a good night's sleep that night.
Unless you have a kid with night terrors. Then sleep is never guaranteed. But at least half of that paragraph up there applies to me. I'll take it.
I like to think it also makes those parents appreciate their little bundle, as evidenced by Aaron muttering (good-naturedly), "Oh, I finally get to hold my baby?" when you hand her over after hogging her for most of the day.
This baby is just so loved. Her two older sisters will be playing, minding their own business, then they'll catch sight of her out of the corner of their eyes, and come over to kiss and talk to her, which is good, because there are years of screaming ahead. I don't really ever remember lowering ourselves to the level of hair-pulling, but oh, was there screaming.
Not yet, though.
Now, don't worry, I also played Annoy the Baby at Kelli's. I probably took a million pictures of Norah while I was there, and it took a loooong time before she was done.
This was first thing in the morning, okay? FIRST THING.
And yet, when I said, "Norah! Hi, Norah Mae!" She turned and SMILED. The girl smiled at me.
Do you know what would have happened if you had done this to me, or, God forbid, Kelli when we were kids?
Not Stephanie, though. No, she preferred to wake up early and TAP DANCE on the kitchen floor, which was conveniently right over my slumbering teenage head, causing me to spend many an adolescent morning plotting her painful death immediately after waking.
So how could I tell when Norah was done with picture-taking? Well, it was subtle.
"Hey, Norah, can I take a picture of your shirt to send to Kim?" *sigh* "Okay."
And then I left her alone for a while.
As for this girl:
Plus she's just dang cute.
Of course, now my mean, evil sisters are posting all kinds of adorable pictures of their babies smiling, which they were both so close to doing while I was there. I would look in their infant eyes and smile and make faces and talk and I could just tell they were thinking, "Aunt Kristy, you are so hilarious and obviously also very charming and intelligent and if I could just get these zygomaticus muscles in check I'd smile to let you know how I feel!"