"Oh, yeah. Loves glasses. I've got this scientist pal who wears thick frames, and the first time Cleo met him, she immediately reached for those damn glasses. And I let her play with my reading glasses if she's ever fussy," Sawyer says, fondness bleeding into his voice as she watches the two girls and raises his mug of coffee to his nose, breathing in the strong scent.

"Ain't started crawling just yet, though. Still needs help trying to roll over onto her stomach, though once she's there, she doesn't seem to mind it. Does a little cute thing where she tries to raise both her hands and her legs like it might help her move, but she just ends up kinda stuck."