But I think Miranda is smiling for reals. At me. She loves me. I get in close and say "it's mama" and a majority of the time she'll give big smiles.
It's especially heartwarming on days like today. I'm sort of sleepy, I cut my finger, I paid bills, I vacuumed but you probably still can't tell that I vacuumed, I put away a staggering amount of laundry. All sorts of boring adulthood made more fun by such sweet newborn adoration.
Now I'm kicking back with my pink aloe socks I got from Judy with warm milk (well, for Miranda) and a leisurely bath (well, for Andrew).