Here’s our Phoebe at six weeks, smiling up at her big sister right after Wren tried to “just a little bit wrestle” her. I try to protect Phoebe from Wren’s over-zealous snuggles, pokes, tugs and way too tight hugs, but I’m beginning to think that Phoebe likes it. I don’t know about you, but I needed to see this gummy smile today. Anyone else have a case of the Mondays? Geesh.