Faces of the Young ... and Old

I went over to mind the baby this morning while Maw had a shower and did her hair. It's just as well because she did require some attention. For a while, I wasn't receiving Smudge's messages very well. I held her up, sideways and out and tried her new chair ... to no avail. She wasn't at all happy with me. So, I went back to sideways (more or less) got up and walked, rock and sang, and she quieted right down and soon zoned out. At this stage, she's one human who doesn't mind my deep bass vocals, but I'm sure that will soon change, and she'll be mortified by grampa's proclivity to break out suddenly in joyful barking melody.



She's also got me wondering. We've had two babies ourselves, and I hate to confuse the faces that infants make while dealing with gas with real smiles that are supposed to not appear until later, but Smudge does appear to be starting to smile. When Maw posted the above photo yesterday (see Thesha's blog) I thought it looked pretty real, but of course it couldn't be. Or could it? Today, in fact, I wonder because I got about four smiles when she was still happy and content ... before the crying fit and the nap. On the one hand, I say that it can't be because it's too early, but they sure seemed seemed real.

Meanwhile, here are two pics from about a week ago. I found them in draft mode and hated to waste them. We seem to be making faces at one another.