September 26, 2008

• Charlie can smile. 
  Jim and I are the pessimistic type of parents who always assumed our baby’s smiles were merely gas bubbles and not true outpourings of peace, love and joy, but I think it’s safe to say now that Charlie can indeed grin like a toothless old man (perhaps a very chubby, tiny old man).   However he’s more of a thoughtful kiddo thus far, and he’s very stingy with his smiles (not just handing them out to anyone).   So far he smiles at Jim far more often than anyone else,  I think mostly because Jim has imposed a two smiles a day rent fee from the kid.

  Tonight, Jamie and I made it our mission to catch a picture of Charlie smiling (Jim was doing the dishes).   We danced, we did silly faces, we made funny noises, and we very successfully managed to make Charlie smile, but every time I pulled the camera up to my eye he would stare at it like it was either the black box of death, or a very curious puzzle he wanted to figure out.   I guess it’s time to pull out my paparazzi lens.

  

  

  Jamie sings when he’s taking a bath, and is about as intelligible as “boo~” in Monsters Inc.
  
  

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