12 Weeks

As you could probably tell by my earlier post (and the exclamation points), we've turned a corner with Graham. Everyone kept telling me that 12 weeks was a magic number, but I never believe well-wishers and bossy fellow-parents. But, really, it is magic. He's magic now. It's like a little synapsy switch has flipped from infant to I'M A REAL HUMAN PERSON WHO CAN WATCH YOU. AND LAUGH.

It's crazy. We've started talking about solid food and beach tents for the summer- the general feeling at our house is that everything is looking up from here.