First smiles

Auntie Roz, my parents' antenatal teacher, had promised them that the first six weeks with a new baby were the most draining, which is why babies are programmed to smile at six weeks: it's so that after forty odd days of broken sleep, parents are rewarded with a glimmer of recognition. Then they go all mushy and think that it's worth it after all.

So Dad said yesterday, "You're going to be exactly six weeks old at 4:02 am tomorrow morning, so you'd better have a good smile."

Actually, I smiled a couple of times at Mum yesterday, but she thought they were random. Well, I was just practising.

I smiled a bit at Boobie this morning, but it was 'cos I was smirking that I'd done another smelly poo. Ooooh, they feel so good.