Little Bundles
Published 21 years, 6 months pastOh, sure, Kat and I have a baby and suddenly everybody wants to get in on the act. I mean, honestly, how unoriginal can you get?
Okay, all kidding aside: our deepest and most joyful congratulations to the Zeldmans and their soon-to-be-larger family. I can personally attest that, as many people told me, becoming parents is one of the hardest and most amazing things they will ever experience.
Carolyn’s in the range of four and a half months old now, and appears to be developing very nicely. She discovered her hands a couple of weeks back, and is now busily trying to sample the taste of every object she encounters. She’s almost to the point of rolling over; she can get onto her side for a minute, and then she rolls back onto her back. She’s also a stander: she’ll stand upright for ten or fifteen minutes, if someone’s willing to hold her steady for that long. We put up the “bouncy seat” a couple of months early, and she absolutely loves it. She doesn’t even sit upright yet. The pediatrician was actually kind of impressed by the strength and head control she has at her age.
Of course, we know of a baby two weeks older than her who already has two teeth, and another that’s rolling over constantly and getting close to sitting up on his own. So it’s not as though we have a super-baby (though she is, obviously, a super baby). She’s just ahead of the curve in some respects, and no doubt behind in others, the same as every other baby.
All I know is, whenever she looks at me with her gray-blue eyes and she breaks into an enormous smile, I can’t help but think she’s the most perfect baby in the history of the universe… the same as any other parent.
Congratulations again to Jeff and Carrie!
She’s suffering through another cold, but that doesn’t seem to prevent her from being just too adorable for words. Now, I know it isn’t the right finger, but I still can’t help thinking, “One billion dollars!”
Carolyn sat with each of us in turn, and I’m not sure but I think she was eyeing my escolar nigiri with some interest. She had fun fiddling with chopsticks, anyway.
It’s one of the first good ones we have of her smiling, and this is, for her, a relatively understated smile. When she’s happy, she’ll let loose with grins so wide her eyes scrunch shut. She actually smiles quite often, but each one is of fairly short duration—and when she does smile, we’re too busy enjoying the sudden rush of dopamine and other neurochemical whatnots our brains start pumping out. It’s really, really hard not to smile back. Not that we’re resisting.
From what I understand, this is typically how mother-cats feed their children, and start training them to hunt for their own food. I wished there were some way to communicate to Gravity that she could have her hunting spoils back, since Carolyn’s fairly well fed even without rodent supplements. When you think about all this, it’s really rather touching, in a morbid way. Kat and I both got a pretty good laugh out of it.
hopefully that will satisfy people’s picture cravings for a few days.
She’s six weeks old today, and though the picture is from a couple of weeks ago, she’s no less adorable. The yellow cast to the picture is due to my penchant of shooting with no flash and a built-in “Vivid” filter on the camera. I’ve switched it off recently, and although non-flash pictures still come out yellowish, it isn’t as pronounced. Overall, it’s fine with me. I like having warmer tones in my photographs.