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... of photogenic

I guess most newborn babies aren't photogenic in the typical understanding of the word.  I mean, they don't even smile yet - unless they have gas.

Tangent: So, very early, unprompted smiles are thought to be caused by gas, right?  That's why they are called "gas smiles".  This confuses me since gas also causes an absurd amount of crying in children the same age.  I know my child gave me the most adorable, sleepy, long "gas" smile yesterday and followed it by an incredible yelp of pain.  What the what?

Anyway, Selah is no exception to the not-incredibly-photogenic newborn phenomena.  You know, where you are staring at your baby thinking how utterly adorable they are and decide that their cuteness needs photographic documentation, only to take a picture and think "that doesn't look like the cuteness I'm staring at with my eyes right now".  Maybe I'm the only one who thinks that my baby's good looks come across much better in person than in pictures.

Case in point: I put her down for a photo shoot on her awesome ABC quilt that Quinn's work gave her (with her name and birthday monogrammed and everything!)  And this is the best picture I got.
She makes some pretty funky faces and the camera seems to catch them all at just the right moment. 

Then I changed her out of her jammies and into an outfit given to us by her Aunt Jan (I love these "creeper" outfits - but we hate the name).  I flipped the quilt over and added a letter "S" given to me while I was pregnant by a former student of mine (thanks, Tara!) and this is the best picture I got.
These are the best outtakes. 
She must think she's a boxer.

Then I flipper her over for some tummy time and got some evidence of her strong little neck. 
She is entering the phase where she wants to lift and turn her head when she's being burped, but she can't control it for long enough and she ends up bashing her head into the burper's jaw.  And those baby heads are deceptively hard.

So there are some cute - but not as cute as if you were here with me looking right at her cuteness - pictures of my Lady Baby (which has become my nickname for her, apparently).

Aww... a post completely devoted to Selah with no mention of Abram!

Woops.

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