Violet is starting to smile. It’s not consistent yet. She does it when I bicycle her legs or now and then when we’re looking at each other (Linda’s insisting that she does it more for me and that she must like me more). There doesn’t seem to be a rhyme or reason yet, but when it does happen, it’s like looking into the face of God. Really. I’m a little frightened of the day when she learns to control her ability to smile. I will be putty.
42 days old - Happy New Year!