Six to twelve months is easily my favorite age in my baby's life. They interact with the world around them, cooing and smiling and laughing; they stare endlessly and lovingly into your eyes as if yours is the most endearing and wonderful face they've ever seen; they're starting to take an interest in table food, which can be such an adventure for any age.
Anyway the purpose of this video was to capture the new kind of raspberry that Z's been blowing, more forceful, finer spray of spittle, but as you can see, she didn't gratify me at all. In re-watching, however, her unflinching stare into the camera reminds me of what I was telling you of above.
