It was HOT and the babies wilted.
The books and the bad, bad internet said the babies should've been smiling a a few weeks ago, but they weren't. It wasn't clear if they didn't like us, were already doing the teenage sulk or thought they were supposed to be posing for some grim daguerreotype portrait, but their range of emotion was limited: sleeping was as close as we got to "happy," when chomping on a nipple they showed a sort of relief, and on the other end of the spectrum was hellacious screaming associated with stinging, bilious spit-up. Being a baby has looked like a huge ordeal.
But all that is suddenly over now. They're smiling like champs. Odessa is still a little coy with the grins, doesn't want to give 'em out too easy. Georgia cheeses from ear to ear whether it was funny or not, and the other day she said "ha!" Odessa is saying more serious things like "ah, hmm, er," and little throat vibrations.
Because moms like to be scolded about our child-rearing practices, we like to take the babies directly to the strangers who make themselves available to berate us. Apparently 1am is too late to have the babies on Metro North, even if they've been asleep for the previous 6 hours at Aunties Lili and Leki's house (while their mothers have gone, for our sins, to see Cry Baby and do some off-duty boozing.)Your source for news and never-before-seen footage of Odessa and Georgia, the Gelman twins of the Bronx.