I should say that both of my sweet littles grow more dear to me every day. Isla is emerging from her newborn haze and winning us over with her prodigious smiles and coos, today's HEB trip notwithstanding. While John is growing leaps and bounds in his verbal communication. He is now verbally proficient enough to to issue helpful admonitions when I might be in danger like "Careful, Mama. Hot."
So really, I don't have a favorite. (No, no, I do and it's whichever one is not crying at HEB.)