My son, now just a bit over two months old, has begun smiling quite a bit of late — social smiles this time, not like before, when I found myself charmed by what turned out to be the coincidental facial contortions of a boy whose intestines were waging war with the garlic my wife had slathered on her pasta a few hours earlier.
So if you need me, that’s where I’ll be: lost in that goofy, toothless smile for several hours.
God bless unprotected intercourse.
Congratulations! Your first? My first was born prematurely and with a birth defect requiring surgery to correct. She came home from the pediatric ICU at three months old. She’s four now, and is really starting to blossom. I can tell that she’s going to be the sort of woman whose face makes men reflexively re-assess their priorities in life!
My son’s two and a half, has the face of a pixie (by virtue of being biracial: Korean mommy)(of both, btw) and is a bubbly little fellow. If he were any cuter, we’d just soil our underwear!
The point of all this boasting, apart from the boasting itself, is to tell you that you’ve got more happiness coming your way than you ever dreamed existed (assuming this is indeed your first). It’s amazing how the little creatures re-arrange your inner furniture.
Congratulations once again.
My own boy just turned one, and let me tell you, it gets better and better. Now when I come home and jangle my keys in the lock, I hear “Dadadadadadadada!!”
When your son gets old enough to start slapping the keyboard, though, your blogging may suffer. Your posts will look like this:
“Those Berkeley kids and their
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Jeff has a sensitive side. Who knew?
But, I know what you mean – the wee Fiona just passed the 10 month mark and I still get all wrapped up in every new thing she does.