A new baby brings with it a large number of firsts in a very short time: first cry, first time Mommy and Daddy hold baby, first day, first night, first poop, first bath, first car ride, first day home, first time your sister hits you (followed closely by the second time your sister hits you).
Many of these are great photo opportunities. I have each of them documented seventeen times for Samantha, as her baby album can attest. (Here’s Samantha. Here’s Samantha two seconds later. Oh, look! Here’s Samantha two seconds after that.) With Ella, I caught all of them, but maybe not quite as many pictures of the same thing. I realized, cute as they are, it really isn’t necessary to document every second of their lives. With Penelope, I’m having a hard time catching some of the firsts. She does something and I don’t have the camera handy, or I’m too busy chasing the other two around the house to take the time to get the camera.
One of my favorite firsts is the first smile. For me, it’s one indication that a little person exists and is starting to interact with things around. There’s not a lot better in the world than having a baby smile at you.
Penelope started smiling two weeks ago, but I am having a hard time catching it on film.Penelope is not fast and loose with her smiles like her sisters were. She is more reserved, smiling only when she really means it, not just because you smiled at her first. She usually smiles only one or two times a day, and only one or two smiles at a time. She doesn’t smile for five to ten minutes at a time. For that reason, I am just never prepared for the smiling with my camera and by the time I get to the camera, she’s done. Opportunity lost. What am I going to put in her baby book where it says “Picture of my First Smile”?
Today, I finally caught the elusive smile. It does exist. So now I have exactly one picture of her smiling. Good enough for the baby book, but I can tell Penelope’s first photos are not exactly going to be the actual first time she does somethimg. I guess that’s the fate of third children. I guess it will give her a reason to tell her therapist how her mother ruined her life.