Out in the world, your little Leo reads almost entirely like a Libra — unhurried, charming, the baby who tilts their head at a stranger and produces a considered, winning smile like they've weighed the social situation and decided you've earned it. That polished first impression belongs to the Libra Rising doing its careful, cardinal-air work. But get home, strip off the shoes, and something looser takes over: the Sagittarius Moon wants to tumble, monologue in babbles, fling itself toward whatever's most interesting with zero editorial filter. The fixed Fire underneath both layers means your baby isn't actually flexible — they know exactly what they want and will hold that position with the serene confidence of someone who's never once doubted themselves. The tension is delicious: the rising says 'let's keep it graceful,' the moon says 'but what if we didn't,' and the Leo Sun quietly wins every time.