smiley photo

After a month of rejecting low-ball offers from around the country, Wifey and I have decided to take our Little Dude off of the baby black market. A couple of weeks ago he finally smiled at us, and suddenly everything changed.

During the six week roller coaster of sleep deprivation and paranoia, we’d been repeatedly reassured by the more experienced parents in our circle, “you have to be patient – just wait until he starts to smile. I promise you the whole thing gets so much more rewarding.” 

We thought: But first all three of us have to survive that long. Can we make it? We’ve got a pretty shitty track record with plants – and they don’t yell at us all the time or need diaper changes. 

Now I’lI say it – and thank God. They were so right.

Perhaps it’s also the evolution from slug to mammal that we’ve witnessed – the smiles are accompanied by flailing limbs that are pretty damn hilarious but help him appear more, well, human. He’s rapidly becoming a real little person, and it’s the coolest thing I’ve ever seen.

Whatever it is that makes him smile, we do it over and over and over and over and over again. It never gets old. Most rewarding of all: all of a sudden he seems to get a real kick out of being kissed by his parents.



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