So this morning I was — again — transporting the boy to his changing table to dispatch a soiled diaper. On the way back out of his room, I looked down at him in my arms and was talking to him in a funny voice (not dissimilar from my normal speaking voice, alas) about the birds on his walls when his eyes brightened and he smiled at me. Swear. Is it too soon? It’s OK; Leah didn’t believe me either. So I coaxed another little grin out of him while she stood witness. It was really cool!
I am willing to concede that what we likely witnessed was a small bout of gas, but it sure did look like a bona fide smile. I’ll continue to work on it with the aim of gathering photographic/video proof. Until that time, sate your hunger for images of my rad child with this (unsmiling) offering:
