The first smile

Or at least, this is the first smile from Riv­er which I was able to get a snap of. Sleep­ing smiles count, don’t they?

He’s set­tled down into some sem­blance of an evening sched­ule, but it’s not one I par­tic­u­lar­ly am crazy about: River’s usu­al­ly sleep­ing from right before I get home around 5:30 to about 8 — 8:30. Then he’s awake, eat­ing, and need­ing to be burped till almost mid­night. That means we’re awake until then too, and the sleep depri­va­tion is start­ing to catch up to me. Ari’s hold­ing up well, though.