The Dot

Having a baby means seeing things in a whole new light sometimes.  Take this, for example:

Isn't that face precious?  The look of pure adoration?

And the object of said adoration:

Yeah.  The weird circle dot thingy on the ceiling of the car.

I know, right?  Go figure.

We strapped Cole into his carseat in my parent's van, and he would not take his eyes off this dot thingy on the ceiling.  He LOVED it.  He smiled at it.  He talked to it.  His eyes were GLUED to the dot, every single time we were in the car. Nothing made him happier than to stare at the dot.

Just goes to show ya, it's the little things in life that make us happy.  Like dots on a ceiling.