Hannah is growing up fast. On Monday she hit six-weeks and right on schedule her lungs further expanded and she is now able to inform the entire neighbourhood that she is hungry or overtired or needs a nappy change or is just having an existential crisis.
Her 'witching hour' has turned into a 'witching afternoon and evening'. Fortunately a bath provides her (and us) with some temporary relief.
She has also learned how to smile but we haven't yet been able to capture it on camera.
And here is a gratuitous picture of me lying on the couch with Hannah. Note both Snoopy and Hannah's feeding bottle in the background and the rejected elements of Hannah's last meal on my clothes - I obviously wasn't quick enough with the burp cloth that day.