So many times I heard, “when your child smiles at you for the very first time…you just melt (or other gooey descriptor)…” I was told this not only by my mother, in hopes of convincing me to produce some grandkids, but from lots of people - including a friend from New England who is one of the least Alan Alda, sensitive-guy types I know.
I have read that a newborn’s hearing ability, at birth, is comparable to an adult’s hearing, but their vision is very limited, taking longer to develop. On Sunday, I picked up Carey and Saxon at Love Field on their return from Kansas City. Picking up Saxon, she looked at me with her focus locked upon me. Saxon really stared at me while I talked to her, possibly thinking, “Oh, so that’s what you look like, Dad.”
During the middle of Saxon’s stare-fest, she looked like she was smiling at me. Carey was grabbing her bag and I unsuccessfully tried to wave her over for a 2nd opinion - verifying a smile (vs. wishful thinking).
Monday morning, as I was about to leave for the airport for my flight to NYC, Saxon smiled, smiled and smiled again. Carey confirmed - that’s a smile. And what they say about “the first time your child smiles at you…” is all true. 
