I call her “smiley.” That’s because the tiniest facial inflection makes my little girl, Lael smile. Well, technically, she’s a pretty big girl for her age, but I don’t want her to develop a complex at 7-months. Let’s just say she’s pushing the 100th percentile for weight, even though she’s a breastfed baby.
Seth was pretty big at this age too, but then at about 8 months he stopped gaining weight and just got longer and longer. Heck, he’s barely 10 pounds more than Lael even though he’s three years older.
Anyway, I thought I’d post a picture of Lael’s smile before her teeth come in, which seems imminent. Notice I used the plural – it seems all of her front teeth – top and bottom – are destined to arrive on the same day or so. And yet she still smiles, even through the pain and the nasty cold she’s been battling this week.
She truly is “smiley.