Are we not the luckiest grandmas? We like to think we are. I mean, look at this perfect little girl. She came over for a visit today, and we were all practically fighting for moments with her, especially when she woke up and showed us how content she is just lying around in our arms, squirming around, staring at whatever catches her eye and, at times, fighting to keep those little eyelids open, looking at all of us marvel in her sweetness. I swear, I might be biased, but Reagan seems like the ideal baby. I mean she IS the ideal baby.
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