This morning, like every morning, when I hoist Baby out from his crib to change his diaper, I speak to him in a high-pitched voice and run my fingers along the folds of his neck, to have him stare past me or at the ceiling. This morning though, Baby looked me in the eye and gave me the slightest little smile. I poke him a couple of times to make sure he's awake, and sure enough, an even bigger smile now. My Baby smiled at daddy today!
Momma claimed he smiled at her the day after Mother's Day. Today, I get a smile the day after my birthday. So even though he's a little late, at least he acknowledges the important days. Thanks, Baby!
"Oh, now I get it! Oh, stop it, Daddy! You're so funny!"