Such a sweet little thing. So tiny, so perfect, so dependent. She has the cutest little cry, which after each wail has a quick little squeak, not unlike that of a squeaky toy. It’s hard to get annoyed at a cry that is separated by high squeaks. I think for the purposes of this book, I’ll call her Squeaker.
Squeaker is a cuddly little girl so far. She calms down quickly when you pick her up. Seeing her next to two year old Tootles, I am reminded how tiny newborns really are. She is only a little smaller than he was at birth, but wow, what a tiny little thing. And though Tootles has thinned out some in the last year, he has still grown so much!