Officially now – yesterday I was just rounding up.
She found her lungs. It took a while, but she’s now all about that ancient baby tradition of screaming through the night. If you just stood outside the house, you’d think we were torturing her.
She’s still my sweet little worm during daylight hours, though. And I know she’s probably just experimenting with the muscles in her face, but I swear she smiles at me.