Say Cheese

For days now Sanne has been smiling at everyone and everything except . . . her mom.

And believe me, I have pulled out all the stops I could think of in an attempt to make her smile. If the saying "the hand that feeds her is the hand the rules the world" is true, you think she'd crack a smile at me.

To date she has smiled at her dad, at her toots, in her sleep, at other friends and family . . .
but the butterfly above her bed and the shower curtain was kind of a low blow.

But tonight . . . eye contact and the most beautiful gummy/crooked smile I've ever seen.

What to do . . . she makes me work for it and believe me, it's worth every high pitched coo and patty cake I throw at her. So beautiful.