When Moira was first born, she spent a lot of time looking like this.
But as time goes on, she has added to her repertoire of moods and facial expressions.
Unhappy. She mastered this early on.
Triumphant. With just a slight change of head position. Such talent.
Cross-eyed. Not a mood, but funny.
Skeptical. Who could blame her after the long-suffering she was just subjected to?
Tired, which makes frequent appearances.
Self-conscious. Does my hair look okay?
Frustrated. True story: I once walked into the bedroom in response to a terrific bout of screaming, only to find Moira pulling her own hair, completely unable to let go. Did I say once? I meant several different times. You did it to yourself, child.
Proud. Of being three months old!