Up until recently, I've been telling people, when they ask about Addie, that she's healthy. Now, due to recent evidence, I can claim she's happy, because she's started smiling. It's easy to question whether or not said smiles are actual expressions of happiness or expressions caused by an excessive quantity of gas. My first questionable joy/gas smile was a few weeks ago, so I was willing to let that one pass. But last week--when Addie heard me talking to her after I walked into the room--she looked at my and gave me an honest-to-goodness smile. And my heart melted. It's weird how that happens, but the moment I knew that she was pleased with me as her daddy, I was the happiest I've ever been.
Although Anna (in full disclosure) has received the lion's share of Addie's smiles, she still seems to smile at me every now and again. I'm wondering what it is that she finds so entertaining, but I'm trying not to delve too deeply into the infant psychology, as it would probably be a misshapen facsimile of me that would speak with my voice (which, now that I think about it, would be awesome. I hope that's what she imagines me to be--amorphous daddy-blob). No matter what I'm just glad she's happy. But I must confess that I've been furtively trying to recreate the circumstances that led to the initial smiling. As far as I can tell, just talking to her seems to trigger the smiles, but I'm not sure what else. So, until further notice, I'm talking to her like nobody's business. I just hope that I can crack the code--unless it's gas.
