The Happy Baby

Everywhere we go, Dean smiles at everyone he sees and tries to catch their eye and get their attention. On Saturday I went to the store and as I was waiting in the checkout line I noticed Dean smiling at the two men behind me. (Checkout lines are the worst. (Says my anti-social self.) He always smiles at the people in line!) When we finally got through the line and were headed out to the car we happened to be walking beside these two guys again, and Dean was still smiling at them, and the guys were smiling at him, and the one guy turns and says, "He a happy baby!" and I said "yep! He loves people." 

The next day at church, we passed a young woman in the hall who let dean play with her braids at the ward christmas party, and when she saw Dean her eyes lit up and she said to her friend, "Aww, It's the happy baby! He's always happy!"

Before christmas I went to the Walmart on 83rd to get some last minute christmas stuff, and I put Dean in his stroller without the carseat (we have a travel system) so that he was facing out and sitting up, which he loves, and at one point in the store every.person.we.passed (for like 10 minutes straight) commented on how cute he was. "He a handsome baby!" "He full of holiday cheer!" "What a cute baby!" Etc, etc. It was great. I couldn't believe it. 

So it's true! He is a happy baby! Not only that, but he is officially "THE happy baby" of the ward now. I think it has something to do with his eyes, he has smiley eyes. 

(*Side note: I am glad that Dean isn't racist. Some white babies are scared of black people. Every person in the above stories was black. I love how little kids are color blind. As long as you have a face and can smile, they'll make friends with you.) and with that, happy MLKj day. We had fried chicken and sweet potatoes and spinach for dinner.