I planned to end this horrible, no-good, ignorant slut of a week with some photos of Ezra smiling -- and then I planned to send those photos off for an independent, third-party evaluation that I am confident will definitely prove that his smiles are very seriously the greatest smiles ever witnessed in a human being -- but of course he will only smile at ME, and not the CAMERA, and in fact the presence of the camera immediately makes him all SERIOUS BABY IS SERIOUS, and then I replace the lens cap and he's all HA HA smiling with his whole head again.
And now today he has a cold in his eyeball. Because of course he does. And now even the off-camera smiles are tinged with about five shades of pathetic and two kinds of eye goop. Which: yeah, he's cute as hell, but ew.
So instead, I present: SERIOUS BABY AND HIS THUMB.
I find his struggle to be both inspiring and oddly satisfying. He finally gets that thumb extricated from his fist and in his mouth and man, there's a metaphor for the human condition in there somewhere, but I think I'll just promise myself to get out of the house at some point over the weekend and leave it at that.