There’s no better way to start your day than with two grouch faces wishing you a BAD MORNING. I’m pretty relieved to see that Baby Honor inherited her mother’s signature miserable expression.
I would be willing to take some medication for my allergic reaction to babies if it meant that I could spend a couple of minutes with Baby Honor. I’d “coo” at her and she’d roll her eyes. I’d wave at her and she’d give me the side-eye. I’d make stupid animal sounds to make her laugh and she’d burp in my face. That’s my kind of baby.
Although, Baby Honor does have a valid reason for being so grouchy. I mean, her name is Honor and she probably knows it.
Here’s MiserAlba and Honor in NYC yesterday.