He’s almost ready.  I can feel it.  His face lights up when we talk to him, but that first real smile is being elusive.  He wants to smile…he told me so himself in one of our super secret talks about giving those first smiles to only mommy.  Don’t think I’m selfish, I’ve earned it.  Nine months of tossing my cookies, insomnia, stretch marks, contractions for weeks.  Yup, I’m campaigning for that first little grin and am totally prepared for it to melt my heart.





We’re off to soccer practice and then a dinner picnic at the park.  Gotta love spring!