Is there anything more precious than babies?
That newborn look. Precious is the word, as Jay said. :)
Yeah, OK, I'll admit it. Squashed flat face and all. I think that photo was taken the day my milk (finally) came in so he started getting really chubby after that. That second photo, of him sleeping, looks so much like he does now. I love watching him while he sleeps, makes me want to cry, how lovely he is...(and you can't see how horribly sticky his eyes were! He used to scare me when he wanted to feed - this huge gaping mouth, grunting noises, flailing limbs, and his eyes so gummed up he could hardly open them. We called it 'the boosie monster'.) I think that last description was for Jay as an antidote for her getting mushy on us!
Whew. Let the girl live in the mushy, dream world, please! We don't want to let the stories of being squirted with green poop out to the general public, now do we? ;)
(He looked lovely....)
Sweet... Newborns are precious, but that stage only last for four weeks!
Becky, I have one of those stories, but not with my baby! i was with a friend who lives on the West Coast US, and we were in Urban Outfitters. Her 3 month old daughter had a disposable on, and you know how those things don't fit very well around the leg...? I guess we should let jay live in a dream world, someone has to, and it may as well be someone whose bubble isn't going to be shattered by then having their own children.
MrsD, my mum said to me "the reason that babies start to smile at 4 weeks is so that you don't leave them out in the snow" or something along those lines. it was probably the longest 4 weeks of my life.
Yeah, and toddlers look so cute to keep us from KILLING THEM!!!!!! Oh. Sorry. Bad day today.
Lol, crit. I was totally exhausted and sleep deprived through that stage. But they are sweet then. :)
Julie,
I'm with you! Now I know why saints stayed unmarried and childless... ;)
Hey there! I'm such an idiot-I was reading the above comment, about Crit's experience with a friend at Urban Outfitter's and the diaper accident, and thinking "Wow..that's amazing! That exact thing happened to me!". And then I realized that it was ME she was talking about.
I still laugh about that, and my daughter is 8 now. My sister, the uberhipster, was holding her at the time and the poop went all over the floor...and Rachel just left it there and hustled us out of there. We still call that a Rachel Special.
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