Just a warning, it's hard to capture the moment at such close range. Hence, the top of Quinn's head appears to be missing. But I caught his first smile, and that's what counts. He smiled and giggled at me.

And Faith decided he needed some encouragement. He didn't seem to mind. And you can see that Faith had a relatively active week. She face-planted on the dining room floor, giving her that lovely bruise on her forehead and skinning her nose.


Another first this week: we had no appointments of any kind. That's probably the last week like that for awhile, but it was nice while it lasted.

Another first, though I'm not sure if it really counts. Quinn rolled over. He was in the co-sleeper, which doesn't have a totally level mattress, and he used it to his advantage. He rolled from his belly to his back, both directions. So I think things are going okay for him. We'll check his weight this week, but he is visibly bigger, and so I'm not worried about it. Then next week is the dreaded urologist appointment, where we'll talk about his hernia. He'll need to go back to the hospital to have it repaired, and I'm just dreading giving him back, so to speak. It seems like I just got him. Well, I'll worry about that when it comes.