Dear Livia,
Your grandmother once called you Little Miss Smiley. That name fits you so well. If you’re not careful, Smiley will become your permanent nickname, because you smile for almost anything. Here’s an example.
We often put you on the floor in the dining room, which we have gated off from the rest of the house. You crawl around, looking for things to amuse yourself. To the casual observer, you’re intent on what your doing, but watching you carefully, I notice that you often look up to see if anyone is paying attention to you. If you look up too many times and find that you don’t have an audience, that’s when you start to cry. If you look up and see me watching you, you beam at me, as if to say, “Hi, Mommy! Aren’t I clever/beautiful/wonderful?”
You are, Sweetie!
Love,
Mom