Lately i've found myself more and more curious about what goes on in the minds of babies.. specifically my little Charlize. I swear at times she is thinking about how weird or crazy I am, laughing at how quickly I jump at the tiniest of noises she makes or how annoying it is that I constantly check on her while she's sleeping to "make sure she hasn't pulled a blanket over her face." I'm hoping my paranoia gets better over time. For now though, I think I've solved the mystery of just what thoughts are running through the head of my munchkin. At the very least I can humor myself.
Oh no, not the camera again!
I know I'm cute but if you don't stop taking pictures of me, I'm going to ruin every one you take.
How about the crying thing.. that always gets me what I want.
Alright, if you give me my pacifier I'll hold still long enough to let you put a bow on me.
Told you, the crying thing works like a charm every time.
Boy, this drama queen business is tiring.