It is well-known by Benton’s relatives, buddies, and interweb fans, that he is a SERIOUS baby. Like Godfather serious.
This baby is an old man. Or at least an old soul that has decided to return for another round of life. This man has worked in coal mines and railroads. He’s bounced great grandchildren on his one good knee since he probably lost the other leg in a war. He’s seen things, you know?
We are honored to be the ones to raise him this time around. I hope we don’t disappoint. But so far he is just so judgey with that face. THE FACE IS ALWAYS WATCHING.
So how do you coax a smile from such a furrowed creature? Acting ridiculous may work. He will occasionally grin at the silly adult humans who think he doesn’t know anything more than what any other 7-week-old would know. He chuckles at us fools, who are ignorant of the vast wisdom that he has collected throughout the ages.
The hard set jaw cracks. Out comes pure joy.
It makes you wonder how anyone could possibly go on to be a bad person if they have ever successfully coaxed a smile out of a baby. Everyone on earth should stop what they are doing, find the closest baby, and make him smile. Then they are allowed to carry on with their silly business. I swear things would improve in no time. How can anything go wrong when smiling babies become our tiny overlords.*
For a week or so, Benton’s smiles were very shy. Justin was the only one who could prompt them. How rude. I am the one with the food! And yet he was all business with his mom.
I haven’t shared many photos of us together because I am horribly camera-shy with all this extra weight. But I do have some photos of mama time, because it would be too sad to look back and be absent from all the captures.