He’s been doing it for a while now. That reflexive, infant smile. You know, the one some moms blame on gas but love nonetheless.
Here’s what I called David’s newborn smile. To get this shot, I held the camera by my face for about five hours hoping lightning would strike.
But now, we’re pretty sure he’s smiling for real. The number one indicator? It’s super-easy to get a photo. He starts cooing, I run and get my camera and after a little persuading, I see this.
Or even better…
My FAVORITE part, though, is that he gives his best smiles when he’s lookin’ at this guy:
I’m still unsure, though. Are we delusional first-time parents desperate for a smile? Is five weeks too early to be smiling? If I try to tell you David’s doing cartwheels at eight months and reading Steinbeck when he’s three, please just smile and nod.