No offense, we just make ‘em like that in my family. Another NoBloPoMo suffer-athon.

I’m a very well brought up type of person, southern manners and all. (I know, I’m from Alaska, but it’s a long story. I did grow up in Texas as well.) I’ll tell you your kids are cute whether they are or not, if I’m backed and cornered into such a situation. Sometimes, however, it can be hard. I once saw a baby that had ears that made it look like a monkey. I didn’t know what to do since it seemed too obviious to lie. But I did. And of course, the mother believed me. Poor creature.

On the other hand, I find it’s a shame since all that fake baby complimenting sort of obscures the truth when truth itself can be frighteningly blinding if left alone. Let me demonstrate.

I know I said that the truth was better left alone but dogs, just forget it. I think I’ve got bragging rights here. Check out this little patootie-face.

“Who is this?” you inquire…

So glad you asked, this is my heretofore unmentioned niece, firstborn offspring to baby brother, who has recently entered into the joy of sibling hood with her newfound newborn baby brother, Mr Pipsqueak, who will be referred to from this moment as Mr Pips. She will be dubbed L’il Miss Hot Tots, or LMHT, due to the overall undeniable nonchanance-meets-cuteness featured in above photo.

And for yet more gratuitous baby cuteness, get a peek at Mr Pips :  

I could just eat those cheeks. They’re full of promise of slobbering zerberts that I cannot stand it. Utterly zerbertable. Looking at them sends homesickness over me in tsunami proportions. I’d have to have a really long neck to give a zerbert to a baby when he’s in Colorado and I’m in France.

Ooh !Ooh ! Is that a princess?

(Sassy lays on the floor drooling, overcome with cuteness, writhing in homesickness. Her tongue habgs to one side, eyes closed… wait, what is that? Is she zerberting the cold tiles? When was the last time they were washed anyway? Is that dog hair hanging out of the corner of her mouth?)