We have finally gotten to the point where Lily gives “social smiles” instead of just gas smiles. (Equally cute, but more rewarding) For a while, she was only giving those few and far between smiles to . . . not Mommy, not Daddy, not Luke, but . . . her name banner. That’s right. The banner that hangs above her changing table that has her name on it.
I don’t know if it is the shape or the pattern or the color or what, but Lily is just as happy as she can be on her changing table. She is fine there for however long you want to leave her on there. In fact, when Grandma babysat her for the first time, she just laid her on the changing table, pulled up a seat and hung out for a good long time. I know that if Lily is mad about something, putting her on the changing table will always be a winner. And if it doesn’t work, well, she is MAD and isn’t going to take it anymore.
Thank you, Auntie Sam, for the banner.
Heaven only knows where I would be without it!
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