Over the past few days it's become clear; our daughter's mind-charming lip-curls are not solely due to the various rumblings passing through her intestinal track. She's smiling. At us.
Wow.
And that about sums it up. Wow.
Some parents will tell you they know the exact instant when their baby first smiled at them. These are the same parents who will proclaim that their baby slept through the night from day one, didn't cry when she had her vaccinations, and poops tiny gold nuggets.
For us, or for me at least, it was a gradual realization. When her smile wasn't followed five minutes later by a loud toot, (I promise a future post on the amazing noises our daughter is capable of making...I know you're already excited for that one) I started to wonder if perhaps that cute-little-gummy smile was for me.
Luckily, her first big day of smiling came when her mother was home from work. When we both agreed these were full-fledged smiles, we were transported to an alternate dimension called "Our-daughter-is-smiling-at-us-land" where intelligent adults spend hours trying to get their babies to repeat actions, even though the babies just want to stare at a set of horizontal black lines or concentrate on the all-encompasing task of filling their diaper. We coaxed and cooed and eventually she coalesced with a few more brilliant moments and we caught several on camera, which, grandparents will tell you, is more important than actually enjoying the event itself.
Throughout the day she blessed us with several more "smiley" episodes and seems to enjoy her newfound ability. I know we do.
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