Okay, enough talking about computer repair; it’s time for another picture of Carolyn. It’s one of the first good ones we have of her smiling, and this is, for her, a relatively understated smile. When she’s happy, she’ll let loose with grins so wide her eyes scrunch shut. She actually smiles quite often, but each one is of fairly short duration—and when she does smile, we’re too busy enjoying the sudden rush of dopamine and other neurochemical whatnots our brains start pumping out. It’s really, really hard not to smile back. Not that we’re resisting.
I keep meaning to crate an actual picture gallery on her personal page, but other stuff keeps getting in the way. Heck, I haven’t even created an e-mail account for her, mostly on the grounds that it does her no good until she learns to type. I just hope that by the time she’s old enough to want an account, Carolyn won’t have to deal with the volume of spam we see every single day. I’m not holding my breath, though.
Love the haircut, myself. I think this may well be the first published picture for which she tries to hurt me, a decade or so from now. Sorry, sweetheart, but it was just too cute not to share.