Katie has begun to smile over the past week. The smiles are always big, beautiful, and far too brief, like a flashlight with faulty batteries. For a few fleeting instants, Katie’s face looks like it has a personality beyond “feed me.” I’ve been trying to get a photograph of one, but the smile is always over before the camera’s ready, so instead I have a lot of pictures of Katie looking adorably cross-eyed and confused (in other words, same as usual). I’ll post a smile as soon as I manage to get one.
In other news, Katie has also begun to recognize voices. If she’s crying in her crib after a nap, she’ll calm down as soon as I enter the room and start speaking to her. Diaper changes are no longer the traumatic experiences they once were. Nursing is a cinch; she knows just what to do. Best of all, she’s still growing at a fabulous rate. She’s topping 10-11 pounds by my estimate, and her body is sturdy and strong, without any more of the fragile floppiness that so often plagues newborns.
And she’s still beloved by all. A charmed life, in other words.