i got lucky last night, and while taking a picture of the ham, she smiled right in the middle of the exposure. i know it’s not much, but she is smiling. i promise. and if you’re wondering why i’m calling her the ham… well, she lays on spencer’s chest, and when she’s wrapped up, she’s the size of a honeybaked ham. yes, we are strange parents, but she really does look like a ham laying there on him.
yes, she is smiling