Baby Jaishna now laughs! Yes, this calls for a celebration. She lies swaddled in her blue and pink baby clothes (yes, her mother picks boring colours) looking every bit like her father, and gurgles and laughs as spittle drips from her mouth. She makes these noises now, trying to say mumma, as her vocal chords protest. Her huge eyes light up even more and the smile is as much in her eyes as on her lips. They're brightest when looking at her mum.
When her father speaks and he's out of her line of sight, her eyeballs drift to the corners of her eyes in search of his voice, her mouth forming a slight 'O'. She kicks a lot and she's going to be an excellent footballer. Her voice also makes it likely she'll sing like her great-grandmum. Welcome to carnatic classes in a couple of years, little one.
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