When you discover a bearded baby... you find some solace in the fact that, at the very least, it's a jolly one.
A mother's heart swells with pride as she discovers not only is this a jolly bearded baby but, judging from the twisting of the corners on her moustache, she is a contemplative one too.
I wonder....
Is this look one of disdain for her brothers...or for the Mama who stole her whiskers?
Only time will tell.
4 comments:
My womb is aching- seriously could she be any more darling?
so precious! you could never post too many pictures. just sayin'.
Oh, the sweetest.
(It takes a sweet baby to make woman's wombs ache even WITH a moustache...)
Way to go, Ineke.
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