Thursday night when I got home, I put Carolyn in her jump jump so I could make some dinner.
She was jumping up a storm, giggling and smiling, so I thought I'd take the opportunity to get some video evidence that she's actually a very happy baby.
However, just as usual, as soon as she spotted the camera, all the fun stopped.
I think she's half Aborigine and believes the camera will steal her soul.
I tried everything.
I sang.
I danced.
I baby talked like never before.
Here's what I got (please disregard the spit up on her face and the wonky camera angles...):
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