Simon smiles
We haven’t been able to catch him in the act for a photo yet, but he’s been doing it for about a week now. He grins at me, laughs at Peter and smirks at the ceiling fan. He’s especially smiley in the wee hours of the morning after nursing when I’m bleary-eyed and exhausted and in the morning before breakfast when no one can resist playtime.
The best was when he was hanging out on a blanket on the floor next to my desk. When I glanced down to check on him, he looked up, caught my eye and beamed. I almost forgave him for all the late nights…
“Almost forgave him.” But wait until he learns to wink.