It took 7 weeks, but we have honest to goodness smiles. Not gas, not accidental muscle twitches, real smiles. How can we tell? He smiles with his eyes. He does them voluntarily as well as with some cajoling. Marty is very good at doing silly things to get him to smile (anyone surprised?). I'm still trying to figure out what I can do to make him smile. You'd think that providing him with nourishment would be enough, but no. Most often he is screaming when I present the food bags. He goes from not hungry to "oh my god, I am dying of starvation!" in a matter of nanoseconds.
We are having more frequent fun times, when Max is sitting on our lap and just being adorable. We are hoping that they become more frequent and that soon he will be able to do this when he is not on our lap. Not a while lot gets done when you have to constantly have a baby in your arms, or deal with a screeching, writhing, frantic baby. This boy has lungs! Must be the Leclair in him.
Off to the pediatrician for the weekly weigh in. Update shortly.
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