Smiling

When A was just a couple of days old her mouth would occasionally turn up in a sort of smile.  The boys asked why she was smiling.  We told them that sometimes it could be "just gas."  For C and K who very much appreciate bathroom humor this was a fabulous explanation.  Having gas quickly earned a new nickname, "smiling."  Now there are times when I walk into my boys room and have to ask, "Whew...who smiled?"

We went to church this evening and A was asleep in her car seat.  About halfway through mass we decided to wake her up, hoping that this would lead to a better night of sleep for us.  Johan lifted her out of her car seat and we all enjoyed gazing at her as she slowly woke up.  As consciousness returned, she started to stretch, and pass gas smile...loudly.  The first smile caught C by surprise, the result was a case of the giggles.  With the next few smiles C could barely contain himself.  K missed the excitement because evening mass often makes him sleepy.  A's smiling was timed for the start of communion (the solemn time when the church is super quiet).  The families in front of us and behind us were suppressing giggles, and I was hoping that they realized that it was our little girl who was the one responsible for all of the smiling.