According to Facebook, I posted this picture(s) of Beck at this time last year.
I remember this day! I was being all sorts of insane to get her to smile. It was a relatively new skill at that point, and I was so pleased with how much like a person she was being. She wasn't even 2 months old and we were still totally in the thick of HOW DO I KEEP IT AND ME ALIVE, and these moments of what felt like communication were so special.
They still are, but now communication entails yelling UH OH! while throwing cups on the ground. Haven't taught Beck yet that uh oh is for an accident, not something you say before the literal fall.
It goes so fast and so slow and it's just the best ever. I have to remind myself of this stuff when things in the world seem bleak.