Almost every night since your birth, we FaceTime with my dad in Seattle. At first, many of those conversations were just us talking with the camera pointed at your sleeping face. I think my dad sometimes tried to wake you up, but you usually slept right through. Lately, though, you're awake and interested. So interested, in fact, that you try to get into the iPad to touch your grandpa. It's so so so so cute.
You are a terrible flirt. You smile at anyone who says you're pretty, which is pretty much everyone who meets you. You smile at your grammy as soon as you wake up after an hour of terrorizing her screaming while I'm teaching class, you smile at your daddy first thing in the morning and as soon as he gets home, you smile at me when you're going to try to suck my chin off, you smile at yourself and me in the mirror...we still get completely drunk off your smiles and love nothing more than to make you happy.