talking head

My son is now talking. I believe his first word was "rrlllnnhh" (that's a direct quote). We have nice conversations sometimes, but secretly I feel a little stiffed. He clearly prefers chatting up the ceiling fan. And also the wall. And besides,when he's talking to me I think he's trying to tell me to stop kissing him so much because I am embarrassing him.

But I can't complain. I get the best smiles from him. They are the smiles of recognition, the smiles that say "Hey! I know that lady! Hmm, I suddenly feel rather hungry...". And sometimes he just stares. Long enough that I begin to wonder if I have something in my teeth or a beard hair growing out of my chin.

Now if I could just capture that elusive smile on camera...