Six weeks may not be the kindest age for a baby. Silvie’s formerly clear skin is now pimpled with baby acne. She lost the front half of her hair except for a few long strands and is now growing back some very short and possibly darker hair. So basically it looks like she has a five-o’clock shadow on the front half of her head. She’s also been scratching herself despite our best attempts to keep her fingernails from being long enough to do any damage.
She makes up for all of these “cosmetic flaws” but cranking out these ridiculously over-the-top smiles. She uses these to charm us into doing her will. Her wish is our command. We feel so special when she blesses us with her benevolent gaze. And then so confused when she goes on to grin and talk to the ceiling, the back of the sofa, and the light in the bedroom. What?! Are the folks who feed you, cloth you, diaper you and comfort you no more special then the furniture in your world?!