Missionaries

Forrest's little brother Russell gets home from his 2-year mission in Minnesota tomorrow. He has spent the last two years studying the gospel of Jesus Christ and teaching it to those interested in hearing the "good news." I am excited to see him and to listen to him talk about the last 2 years and to see how it has changed him. But most of all, I am excited to listen to him sing.

But until I get that pleasure in 36 hours or so, I have been listening to this recently returned missionary sing. I love this song.

It doesn't make sense. And yet, it really does.

I have spent the last week reading through the first four books of the New Testament, trying to comprehend the life of Jesus Christ. I say trying because who he was and what he said and did transcends everything else I have ever studied and read. Throughout his life, he went about doing good. And he went about doing good all the time, even at the most inconvenient times. That is the thing that stuck out most to me this time as I read about his mortal life. Everywhere he went, people followed him, sought him out. No matter where he was, someone, usually crowds of someones were trying to find him, because they were sick and hoping for a miracle or because they wanted to hear him say something wrong so that they could condemn him as a fake or simply because they were curious. And no matter what he was doing, he let them come. He let them come, and he healed them. Again and again and again and again. It happens over and over and over again throughout the gospels and really everywhere else in scripture. He spent his entire life lifting and healing and helping--doing physically and spiritually for others what they could not do for themselves. All this, before he entered the garden or was nailed to a cross or left the tomb, which were the experiences that gave him the power to understand and help everyone who has ever lived or will yet live rise above and heal from their sins, sorrows, mistakes, ignorance, and pain. He was this way before He even experienced mortality. The Old Testament and Book of Mormon testify and show a Christ who exhibited these characteristics before he was born as a baby on this earth. (See Moses 1, Moses 7:43-69, Moroni 9:25-26, Alma 8:14-15, 2 Nephi 10:23-25, 2 Nephi 4, Alma 36, "Sunday Will Come")  He is eternally good. He is the Only Begotten of Heavenly Father, of a God that is equated with love.

How can a God of love allow such monstrosities, such devastation, such misery to happen to His own children? Reason will not allow it. I agree. Unless He can make everything right in the end. And I believe He can. For me, the best example of this is given, the one that helps me see more clearly is actually just a few short verses in the Gospel of Luke. The soldiers come to take Jesus to be tried and in desperation, Peter takes a sword and cuts off the ear of one of the servants of the high priest. How does Jesus respond? He reaches out and heals the man's ear.

Why do these verses matter? They matter to me because they show on a small scale what the power of Jesus Christ can do on a large scale. I assume Peter was scared and he didn't know what to do and he certainly didn't want them to take Jesus away. So he commits violence against someone who may have been innocent--who may have only been acting on someone else's orders. The thing that is amazing to me about this story is the effect of healing that ear. The man whose ear had just been severed must have been in intense physical pain--and he probably wasn't feeling much love toward Peter. But suddenly, Jesus Christ touches him, and his ear is healed. He is physically whole again. It is quite literally as if the ear had never been chopped off. Can you imagine? And then any anger towards Peter is now transformed into awe at the miracle--awe at the man who just did what no one else could have done.

I believe that the Savior of the world has that power and that He can heal us physically, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually--and He heals in a way that makes people new and whole, that takes away anger and bitterness and turns it into reverence and love. I have felt that happen at times in my own life when I have turned to Him; and it changes me. It doesn't make sense. And yet, it really does.

Love is the essence of the gospel.

A little bit of our life...

So we moved. And Forrest started a new job. And Evelyn talks and counts and suddenly threw caution to the wind. She has always been very careful when it comes to any kind of movement. Just a couple of months ago, if we were walking along the sidewalk and she came across a space between the cement squares that was a little bit wider than your average space between sidewalk squares, she would stop abruptly and ask for my hand to help her across the "abyss". Needless to say, I encouraged her to brave the journey over the cracks in the sidewalk without assistance from me. But some morning in January, she woke up and decided she would throw caution to the wind and climb everything she could think of in the house. She stands on her chair, she climbs on the couch, she jumps on the bed, she rolls on the floor. It is fun to watch. And also sometimes ends in huge lumps on her head, as you will see below.

Other things of note: She laughs uproariously at episodes of Curious George. She suddenly is attached to her blankie. She is in the 97 percentile for height (no surprise there). Her first two Sundays in nursery, she fell asleep and stayed asleep almost the entire time. Apparently if you put her in a room full of kids and toys during nap time, she would rather sleep...That is wisdom beyond her years if you ask me....

yes, that huge circle on her head is from a nasty spill she took while we were out walking with uncle ben and aunt ryanne.....

Lost Sheep

Today I am grateful that He seeks out and rescues lost sheep.

Pictures of One Terrific Toddler

It is amazing how Evelyn surprises us each day with something new she has learned to do or say. Her current vocabulary includes: mama, dada, cracker, georgia (her stuffed animal giraffe), stella (the cat), kitty, Jesus (she makes two 's' sounds and points to his picture). Her favorite word is dada. She says it all the time. She recognizes and responds to tons of other words: book, food, milk, hold on, go, stop, sleep, different parts of the face, etc. In the last two weeks, she finally learned to pull herself up, crawl, and get up from a sitting position. She folds her arms when it's time to pray. Her favorite books right now are But Not the Hippopotamus and The Very Hairy Bear. Her favorite foods are teddy grahams, choco-banana-pb shakes and grilled cheese sandwiches. She has quite a hefty appetite and has 6 teeth to chomp with. She falls at least 3 times a day. She likes watching The Sound of Music (I'm hoping this has the same effect as it did on her Uncle Russell...that she'll have an incredible singing voice). Any time music is playing, she either dances or waves her hand like a conductor. She loves to put on necklaces and bracelets and she loves, loves, loves being outside on our porch. Being a mom is the best.

At a park with some friends

Drinking a choco-banana-peanut butter shake with dad

Game Day Face

Mornings at the park with mom

My Friend Laura

Me, Caitlin, Laura, and Jen

So I have this friend named Laura. And today is her birthday so she has been on my mind. Since she lives in Utah and I live in Texas, I haven't seen her in far too long. So I just wanted to say a few words to her through cyberspace. I suppose I should just call, but I am not very good at talking on the phone (as she will attest).

Laura is the kind of person who is always one step ahead of you, but you don't resent them for it. You admire them and are grateful for it. She is the one who met and befriended everyone in the apartment complex by the end of week one -- and then suddenly I had friends too, because she included me in the festivities. She is intelligent, funny, and spontaneous. She is always picking up a new skill or honing an old skill -- biking, rock climbing, singing, violining, baking, writing -- seriously one of the most well-rounded people I know.

Did I mention how much I laugh when I'm around her? It is just enjoyable hearing her recount the events of her day because she always finds something funny about an conversation she's had or heard or something crazy she's seen.

We liked to play the piano and sing together sometimes, and she has this unbelievable voice. I don't even think she's had any formal training. It just comes out of her like that. I try not to be too jealous when I sound like Hilary Duff next to her Adele-ish voice, but....I am a little. We decided that one day we are going to do gigs at wedding receptions. I'll play the piano and she'll sing jazzy love songs in a black dress.

For awhile, every week we would get together and watch a random movie together.

Like this treasure:

Laura likes to quote that line to me sometimes..."Never had a good experience with an Ellen..." Bah! That's what I say to that Kirsten Dunst...

But seriously, Laura, I don't know what I would have done without you during my college days. You were my rock. So full of life and so fun to be around. Always spiritually grounded and ready to do whatever God wanted you to do, even when it didn't make sense at first. I've been around you and watched you for years and you constantly amaze me. Thank you for always caring. I hope this next year is the best so far. You deserve it. Happy Birthday! Here's a little number from Gavin Creel to ring in your new year:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3F7Wa0um3WY

Hace Calor!

So it is officially autumn. But it doesn't feel or look it here in Tejas. I'm speaking a little Spanish because while I was out with Evelyn on one or our daily outings to the mailbox, I started singing a little song from the my old Sesame Street watching days. It goes something like this:

Hace calor. Mucho calor! Could fry an egg on the cement it's so caliente.

Well I googled it today and found this YouTube video of it and, well--it just made me so happy. I hope it makes you happy too. They don't make 'em like this anymore...

This is what Evie and I sing as we walk in the staggeringly hot Texas weather and we hope that October will bring some Hace Frio!

Best Year of Our Life

A few months back, Forrest and I were at some friends' house for a birthday party and the couples there began to discuss what the best year of their life was up to the present. One of the individuals said something like, "It would definitely be before we had kids." 

And that was kind of sad to me. I understand the sentiment, of course. Having children limits or puts a strain on a lot: your free time, your budget, your time alone with your spouse, your ability to travel, and a million other things. But if that is the case, then all of my best years are behind me. That may be true for some people, I suppose. Forrest's response was that ideally each year should just get better than the previous one. And I like that. 

When I say, however, that this last year has been the best year of our lives, it is true and not just wishful thinking. For a plethora of reasons, this year has been full of wonder and fulfilled dreams and prayers. And a big part of that has been Evelyn. Because she is with us, we smile more, laugh more, sing more, read more, pray more, and try harder to be better than we are.

And now, for the pictures. 99% of people who look at Evelyn say immediately that she looks like her dad. Which is fine. Her dad is a handsome guy. But I kind of want her to have at least a little bit of Jenson in her. Then, the other day, I came across some pictures of me from when I was one and two years old. Looking at them reminded me that I look nothing like my baby pictures. And then seeing those pictures next to pictures of Evie proved that there is some Jenson in her yet!

Okay our eyes look completely different but that nose and
 half smile are unmistakable, right?

See! I can't see myself in this picture at all. But I can see a little bit of Evelyn in that face!

But there is no doubt she mostly favors her dad in the looks department. They are a good-looking pair.

 I love my baby and her dad.

Happy Father's Day!

We've been taking Evelyn swimming a couple of times a week--to beat the heat and prepare for our upcoming Roberts' Family Vacation in Florida. Woot! Woot! I just had to post this picture because both daddy and daughter look adorable. So happy to have them both.

For Memorial Day

Yes, we listened to "Proud to Be an American" and sang along today. And I just wanted to share these two videos because they left me reflective and thankful for so, so many things.

Grandpa Dean

My Grandpa Farnsworth passed away last week. I didn't know him personally very well while I was growing up. We never sat down together and had any conversations that I can remember, even though I spent a week every summer in his home almost every year of my life. But I got to know him better in the last five years of his life, when he lived with my mom and dad. He was so gracious and kind to them, even though it was so hard on him to be away from his hometown, unable to read or sing or play the violin and eventually unable to walk and converse the way he used. He never complained. I can't imagine what that would be like--to have such a full, talent-filled, friend-filled life. And then have age and circumstance and health slowly take everything away from you. But he handled it with dignity and kindness towards those caring for him. I thank him for his life devoted to serving God. I thank him for the mentor and teacher that he was to the students he taught and for the devoted husband and father he was to my grandma and my mother. I thank him for his love of literature, gardening, and music and his love of people of different races and cultures. My Uncle Kent posted some interesting insights into his life and travels on his website. It is a good read if you have the time.

Life with Evie

Our life has been so happy the last couple of weeks. I can't think of a better way to spend my day than to spend the mornings and afternoons with Evelyn and to spend my evenings with Forrest. We read, we sing, we dance, we play, we take walks, we clean the house, we cook, we read and sing some more...life is so, so good.

Evie loves to be outside and the weather has been gorgeous the last couple of days. (She is almost too heavy for the carrier, though. Soon it will be the stroller for her.) She kept those sunglasses on the first time we went out, but now she usually takes them off and plays with them while we walk. The bluebonnets are out and they are beautiful. 

Eating Paper. Her favorite food is rice puffs that she can now pick up and feed to herself.

She is a beast, let me tell you. She is 8 months old tomorrow and wearing 12 month clothes. 

I got her some hair bows so that she'd be even more adorable. If that's possible. 

Yes, yes it is.

And Here is Evelyn!

I send pictures like this to Forrest while he is at working saying "Evie misses you."
Then he  texts back and says, "I don't believe it when she's smiling like that."

So then I have to send him a picture like this.

And I just like this one because anytime we go to my parents' house,
Forrest ends up fixing something. He is such a handy man and a real trooper.

Neal A. Maxwell Once Said

"I have learned that not shrinking is more important than not surviving."

This is something I've thought a lot about in the last few years and tonight's CES devotional by Sister and Elder Bednar addressed a lot of my thoughts and feelings. I hope all of you get a chance to listen to it or read it at some point.

Here are a couple of other talks that I thought of while I was listening:

"But If Not" October 2002 General Conference
"Faith, Reason, and the Things of Eternity"
"The Lord Has Not Forgotten You" October 2012 General Relief Society Meeting

And just so you know, I know that not shrinking is more important than surviving. That developing faith in God, even if what you want is not what you hoped for, is everything. I know that the Savior can remove pain, burdens, temptations--everything. Even if he doesn't in every circumstance, I know that He can, because He has for me. And that is enough.

Perspective

Bruegel's Landscape with the Fall of Icarus

Ah, life. What a strange, strange thing it is. In the last 10 years I have learned two things. (Well, hopefully I've learned more than two...but these are the ones I've been thinking about lately.):

1. Life (circumstance, opposition, etc.) can hit me in the face, usually unexpectedly, and sometimes it hits me so hard I fall flat on my back. I wonder, "What just happened?" and "Why me?" and feel sorry for myself.

and then

2. Someone or something comes along and gives me a magical thing: perspective. It, too, feels like a slap in the face, but somehow it transports me back to my feet and I feel very foolish for ever letting life knock me down.

Recently, Forrest had some health issues that required hospital time and will require more care. And everything happened so randomly and unexpectedly and seemed so serious that I felt the way I just described in #1. Then, I spoke to a friend who had heard about the circumstance and she talked about some similar (and much worse) experiences her mother has endured her entire life. She wasn't trying to trivialize my experience. In fact, she, better than anyone, could empathize because of her experiences with her mother. And I appreciated it. But what talking to her really did for me was give me a dose of #2: perspective. And I was back on my feet again.

A few years ago, I became seriously disturbed by the fact that I knew so many who had very difficult circumstances in their lives--and not just one-time slaps in the face like the experience I had and described above--but lifelong burdens and difficulties that never seemed to go away. Or that had hurt them so deep that recovery seemed far away. I reflected on this for a long time, always believing that Heavenly Father loved His children and that the Atonement could heal all wounds and make up for any injustices, but not being able to reconcile that belief with the cold, hard facts: Some people's lives or trials seem so much worse and harder to overcome than mine. My issue wasn't that Heavenly Father allows His children to feel hurt and experience trials. I understand that these moments are what stretch us and can make us stronger and more like Him. My issue was why He let some people's lives or difficulties be so much harder or heavier than others. That didn't sit well with me. My life, compared to most of my friends, was so much happier and easier.

I studied and pondered for a long time about this. And then an answer came when I read the following words:

"But the test a loving God has set before us is not to see if we can endure difficulty. It is to see if we can endure it well. We pass the test by showing that we remembered Him and the commandments He gave us. And to endure well is to keep those commandments whatever the opposition, whatever the temptation, and whatever the tumult around us. We have that clear understanding because the restored gospel makes the plan of happiness so plain.

That clarity lets us see what help we need. We need strength beyond ourselves to keep the commandments in whatever circumstance life brings to us. For some it may be poverty, but for others it may be prosperity. It may be the ravages of age or the exuberance of youth. The combination of trials and their duration are as varied as are the children of our Heavenly Father. No two are alike. But what is being tested is the same, at all times in our lives and for every person: will we do whatsoever the Lord our God will command us?"

President Henry B. Eyring, "In the Strength of the Lord," April 2004 General Conference
(You can read or listen or watch the entire talk here.)

Almost instantly I felt an overwhelming peace. I had been looking at everything upside down. It is not our circumstances that are "the test." Circumstances are never equal. Circumstances "are as varied as are the children of our Heavenly Father. No two are alike. But what is being tested is the same, at all times in our lives and for every person: will we do whatsoever the Lord our God will command us?"

So though it may not outwardly appear so, my comparatively easy, happy circumstance is just as much a test as my neighbors' difficult, pained circumstance. If my easy circumstances keep me from turning to God, from relying on Him, then I am the one to be pitied, not someone whose world is crumbling around them but whose faith in God is unwavering. We get dealt different hands in this life. But we are expected to play by the same rules. What is being tested is always the same. And the Divine help to succeed and conquer all is available to every one of us. 

The Last Few Months

 The last few months have definitely been unique. We were so happy to be able to spend time in Allen for Thanksgiving and then again for New Years, and to spend Christmas in Frannie. It was so neat being able to see Ben and Ryanne and Nathan, Lindsay, and co who are normally half a world away, literally.

Forrest and Evelyn are so cute together. Anytime I am holding  Evie and her dad is home, she is always staring at him. We just can't get enough of him.

Unfortunately, Evelyn stopped sleeping her 7-8 hour nights while we were in Frannie, and hasn't  slept through the night since. I have a feeling she is going to need some serious sleep training in the next couple months. I wish Paula was here to help.

Grandma Roberts got this beautiful Christmas dress for Evie and she looked adorable--well, you can see for yourself.

Everyone who sees her says she looks like her daddy. She looks like Russell to me but I guess that's close enough to her dad. I just hope she keeps her blue eyes so that there is something that physically resembles me.

Forrest played around on his cell phone and found that he could take pictures in sepia.

The girl is sitting up in her bumbo and eating rice cereal!

She is the joy of our life basically.

Truth Restored

Gratitude

Flowers for Halloween

Blessing day with Papi (pronounce poppy-this is what comes from having a spanish-speaking sister and brother-in-law.)

Evie already loves being read to. She'll focus on each page and get big smiles on her face.

Blessing day with papa and nana Roberts.

And now for a wonderful talk by Joseph B.:

“Gratitude turns a meal into a feast and drudgery into delight. It softens our grief and heightens our pleasure. It turns the simple and common into the memorable and transcendent. It forges bonds of love and fosters loyalty and admiration.

Living in thanksgiving daily is a habit that will enrich our lives and the lives of those we love. But how do we make this part of who we are? May I suggest three things that will help as we strive to live in thanksgiving daily?

First, we must open our eyes.

Our minds have a marvelous capacity to notice the unusual. However, the opposite is true as well: The more often we see the things around us—even the beautiful and wonderful things—the more they become invisible to us.

That is why we often take for granted the beauty of this world: the flowers, the trees, the birds, the clouds—even those we love.

Because we see things so often, we see them less and less.

Those who live in thanksgiving daily, however, have a way of opening their eyes and seeing the wonders and beauties of this world as though seeing them for the first time.

[. . . .]

The second thing we can do is open our hearts.

We must let go of the negative emotions that bind our hearts and instead fill our souls with love, faith, and thanksgiving.

Anger, resentment, and bitterness stunt our spiritual growth. Would you bathe in impure water? Then why do we bathe our spirits with negative and bitter thoughts and feelings?

You can cleanse your heart. You don’t have to harbor thoughts and feelings that drag you down and destroy your spirit.

You can repent of uncleanliness. That is the miracle of Christ’s atoning sacrifice. You can become clean. You can cleanse your heart of impurity.

Begin the process today. Repent of those things you should repent of. Drink deeply of the living waters of the gospel. These latter days are a time of great spiritual thirst. Many in the world are searching, often intensely, for a source of refreshment that will quench their yearning for meaning and direction in their lives. The Lord provides the living water that can quench the burning thirst of those whose lives are parched by a drought of truth.

Pray with all your heart. Consider the love your Heavenly Father has for all His children. Open your hearts to His cleansing word. Feast on the words of holy writ. Cherish the messages of modern-day prophets and apostles. Forgive others who have offended you. Don’t waste another moment feeling self-pity. Every day drain from your heart the feelings of resentment, rage, and defeat that do nothing but discourage and destroy. Fill your heart with those things that ennoble, encourage, and inspire.

The great Book of Mormon prophet Nephi certainly had reason to be resentful. Hated by his brothers, bound and beaten and nearly murdered, he had plenty to be bitter about. After his father died, Nephi must have felt completely alone. He surely felt threatened. He surely felt discouraged. He surely felt troubled. But when it came time for him to communicate his feelings, what did he write?

Behold, my soul delighteth in the things of the Lord; and my heart pondereth continually upon the things which I have seen and heard. [2 Nephi 4:16]

Yes, his path had been difficult. Yes, his heart groaned because of mistakes he had made, but he did not allow himself to linger in negativity. Instead, he told himself:

Rejoice, O my heart, and give place no more for the enemy of my soul.

Do not anger again because of mine enemies. Do not slacken my strength because of mine afflictions.

Rejoice, O my heart, and cry unto the Lord, and say: O Lord, I will praise thee forever; yea, my soul will rejoice in thee. [2 Nephi 4:28–30]

The third thing we can do to live in thanksgiving daily is open our arms.

One of the best ways we show our gratitude is by blessing the lives of those around us. The great King Benjamin taught his people:

If you should render all the thanks and praise which your whole soul has power to possess, to that God who has created you, and has kept and preserved you, and has caused that ye should rejoice . . . —

. . . If ye should serve him with all your whole souls yet ye would be unprofitable servants. [Mosiah 2:20–21]

And how do we render thanks unto God? King Benjamin told us that as well:

And behold, I tell you these things that ye may learn wisdom; that ye may learn that when ye are in the service of your fellow beings ye are only in the service of your God. [Mosiah 2:17]

[. . . .]

Be grateful. Every day is a new canvas—a new opportunity. Our beloved President Gordon B. Hinckley has said:

My plea is that we stop seeking out the storms and enjoy more fully the sunlight. I am suggesting that as we go through life, we “accentuate the positive.” I am asking that we look a little deeper for the good, that we still our voices of insult and sarcasm, that we more generously compliment and endorse virtue and effort.[Standing for Something (New York: Times Books, 2000), 101]

Choice blessings await those who live in thanksgiving daily. “He who receiveth all things with thankfulness,” the Lord has promised, “shall be made glorious; and the things of this earth shall be added unto him, even an hundred fold, yea, more” (D&C 78:19).”

To read or listen to all of it you can click here.

27 Reasons Why

October 11th is a super dooper day in our house. So in honor of the man who makes October 11th special, here are 27 reasons why I think today is grand:

1. Without it, I would not have this handsome guy.

2. Without it, I would not have this beautiful girl.

3. It provides a perfect excuse to make a feijoada, fresh strawberry lemonade, and pumpkin chocolate chip cake.

4. It is always in the autumn.

5. The weather is always fine.

6. It is the perfect time for a celebration, ideally situated between my birthday and Halloween.

7. It is the reason I know what "play action" and "in the pocket" mean.

8. In fact, it is the reason I can now really enjoy this.

(Is anyone else terrified of Kyle Van Noy?)

9. It means having a best friend for life.

10. It i so easy to remember. 10/11. Not even I could forget that date.

And here are, last but not least , the other 17 reasons why I think October 11th is worth celebrating. (Not all 17 are present but there are twinkles in eyes...)

So Forrest Daniel Roberts, I can't really say it better than Gus Gus:

MLK, morals, bugs and Evy (Forrest) or Evie (Elin)

I am taking a class this semester called "Contemporary Leadership Issues." I shouldn't say this, in case the professor somehow finds and reads our blog, but I am only in the class because it is super easy and I should be able to get an A in it. It has been interesting so far, though. We are reading different "cases" and then discussing them. I recently read "A Letter From Birmingham Jail," Martin Luther King Jr.'s letter to white clergy in Birmingham, Alabama. I had never read it before. I don't really know much about MLK, but this letter is really good. I mean, really good. A lot of true principles. Whether MLK was a moral man or not I cannot say, but I think his letter is inspired. Everybody should read it. If you can't find it let me know and I can send it to you, but it is probably easy to find online.

So last Thursday in that class we talked about the characteristics of a "transformational leader." I don't really want to go into details because that would be boring, but one of the characteristics that was debated was the morality of the leader, or whether the leader should be moral. The question "who decides what is moral?" was made. Is it God? The Bible? Society? The comment was made that morality is such a debatable thing. The professor then asked if there is a moral base that all should follow, but in the end it was determined that basically a leader should have the same morals of the followers he/she has. The professor asked if anyone wanted to agree with that. I raised my hand and said I felt like a leader should represent the morals of his followers or the morals that the followers want to live up to. I then said "But I also think there is a moral base that all people should follow, and whether they do or not is up to them." Silence. After a few seconds, the professor moved on. It was interesting. 

The picture below is what I found in my spaghetti the other night. The picture isn't clear because it was up close with my phone. I think I determined it is a bee. The size was right, it apparently had wings, and the body seemed segmented like a bee. Also, in the MTC on my mission one of the Elders in my district found a bee in his packet of jelly. It was kinda gross, but I still ate it anyway. The spaghetti, not the bee. All the other pictures are of Evelyn because she is beautiful and lets face it, now that we have a child, that is what people check the blog for. There is also a video of her watching a singing giraffe/horse. I understand that somebody else's baby is not always that interesting, but if you don't like this video then you hate babies.

 I gave her a bath the other night and took this picture, in her towel.

I accidentally took this 3 second video when I was trying to take a picture.