One of the thing that has always fasinated me is the different personalities of babies.
Some are born happy and pleased with the world around them.
While others never seem to be happy until they can talk and move around on their own.
Their tiny fingers,
their cute toes,
no matter their personality, you can't look at a baby without marveling at the miracle of life.
Granted, it's hard at two o'clock in the morning when they're screaming their heads off.