I hate when you hear over and over again, "oh he smiled." I feel like screaming at the top of my lungs, "It's just gas people. Don't get so excited." Then it happens. That first real smile. He wiggles and he squirms and you look down and there it is all over his face. You can see it in his eyes. He recognizes you. Your voice made that beautiful baby smile. For the first time there is a connection between responsibility and fun. I present to you, Noahs's First Smile!  The picture may be blurry but it's there.
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