Whose Baby is the Best?

Is it just me, or does every mom think they lucked out and won the baby lottery? Tonight, Cameron spit up in my face. But, no matter—I truly believe it doesn't get any better than this.

Delusional or not, I can't get enough of his contagious smile, his gorgeous blue eyes, and his tri-colored blonde hair that looks just like mine. You should hear him squeal when his dad tickles his ribs, and watch his tongue flutter back and forth when he's hungry. He's the most sociable, contented baby ever (except, of course, when he's hungry or tired or needs to be changed or wants attention). He's astonishingly advanced for a toothless 7-month-old who can't seem to get the hang of solid food. He crawls like a fish out of water and is already pulling up, falling down, and crying about it. I never have to change his sheets because he hardly ever sleeps in his crib. He's developed this adorable little habit of falling asleep on my head or kneeling beside me with his cheek resting on my side. He loves hanging upside down and throws his arms over his head to let me know he's ready for a whirl. He can woo any poker-faced stranger in line at Starbucks and the babysitter at the gym does the happy dance when Cam waltzes into the playroom. To put it simply, he is nothing short of magnetizing.

Doesn't everybody wish they had a baby like mine?