William is a very cute baby. He has reached the enjoyable age where he smiles and gurgles and kicks and squeals and makes loud squealing noises that are hard to talk over.
I've always found my babies to be cute, but since William is my current baby, he is official the cutest baby in the world. Every time I see him I want to pick him up and give him a squeeze and about twenty kisses. It makes it hard to put him down to bed.
And now that William can crawl, he can return that affection by following me around the house and crying to be picked up. That's mostly cute.
He has found his favorite toy, a pair of red silicone kitchen tongs that he will chew on endlessly while watching me cook dinner. As he is the cutest baby in the world, it's very cute to watch. Especially when he is in his diaper.
He also likes to sleep crammed up against the side of his crib and occasionally sticks one or several limbs through the sides of the crib. Again, very cute.
Sleeping babies are very cute, and William is the cutest sleeping baby of them all.
William is pretty okay with just about anything that anyone does to him. His siblings love to buckle him into the stroller and run him around the yard at top speed and at various angles of incline. He is also perfectly happy with being carried in a basket of fresh laundry. Which is, of course, cute.
And of course he smiles a lot. Because that's what cute babies do.
Often when he's crawling around he will stick a toy in his mouth, just for something to crawl with. Or something. But because this is William doing it, it's very cute. If anyone else did it, I would take the toy out. Because that's gross.
William's the first baby that I've been happy to keep as a baby as long as possible, probably because he's the cutest baby in the world. And because he's so cute, none of the other children mind his status at all. In fact, they agree that yes, William is the cutest baby in the world. Because he is.