Nora is a pretty easy baby. Her needs are simple. She wants to be held, fed, and dry. And also, she doesn’t want to be in that *&(*# car seat. (Actually, the car seat issue is getting better; now she only screams for HALF the time she’s in it. So I’m holding out hope that within a month or so, she’ll be a normal baby and reliably go to sleep in the car.)
The other day, I was letting Jack get a few more minutes of sleep in his car seat and fed Nora on the porch. After she ate, I lay her on my lap and we had a nice little chat wherein she actually smiled at me. I had my camera handy, so I decided to try to get a shot of her smiling, or at least with her eyes open. Unfortunately, by the time I got the camera out and adjusted, she decided she was hungry again.
So I fed her.
And then I tried - I really tried - to get her to open her eyes and smile at me again, but this is the best I could do:
In other news, did I tell you that I lost fifteen pounds by the time Nora was a week old? It’s leveled off and there I remain, but check it:
I credit this to the near constant feeding of the small one who has already gained nearly a pound and 3/4 of an inch, inasmuch as you can trust the length measurements, which is to say, she’s still approximately 21 inches long.