A baby is taken on a tour of Brooklyn Heights in this book written for the older brothers and sisters of new arrivals. Older siblings will take gleeful delight in Schwartz's acknowledgement that infants know how to get anything they want and, with a single cry, can make hordes of relatives stampede to attend them. Yet they undoubtedly will also find themselves bemused afresh at the way a baby can be hypnotized by something as simple as a plant with a single drooping leaf, or the space ""right above"" Mom's face. The story is engagingly narrated by the baby itself, and the pictures that accompany each of the infant's statements are completely winning -- from the baby's various sleeping poses to the weary young mother's tired, if happy, face. The power and grace in Schwartz's spare style and language lies in the fact that she never condescends to young readers -- she just compares notes.