I know babies aren't supposed to smile until about two months. And if they do smile at this point, it's all a disconnected-from-mood reflex.
But I swear Truman is smiling. I'm sure it's just my mama obsession. And I say again, but...
We're sitting here at the computer, and Everett is watching Zen Baby, and Truman's lying on my lap, contentedly pooping and waving his arms around in his usual tai chi practice. And every once in a while, he smiles. It's the cutest wry happy thing.
He had some smiles for me yesterday, too, in the same contented mood. Even if it's not real, I'm still going to commemorate it. My baby smiles at me. I'm one lucky mama.
