Only 2 Hands

In the morning when little Bobby boy wakes up, he feeds and typically falls right back to sleep. I keep watching him sleep in my arms. With my one hand caressing his head, another his back. Then my one hand touching his sweet cheeks, another holding his soft baby arm. Then my one hand holding his hand and another around his legs. Then one hand touching his sweet baby nose and ears and another caressing the side of his tummy. The only problem is, i want to do all of that all together and i only got 2 hands!

Bonbon the Pink Nosed

We opened one of the presents for Suhaana that she got for her birthday from her Uncle Scotty. (Thanks to her illness and then mine and then Raj's last week, we haven't gotten around to opening them all yet - but I'm so looking forward to). It was a sleep and play outfit and at least one of the cutest things on the planet (ok, not as cute as the little girl, but dangerously close): a pink and grey stripe-sporting, long tailed, big round eared and little pink nosed mouse BonBon. Cute as a button and then some!

Needless to say, they look great together!

The Inheritance of New Gifts

During a family conversation, the topic of noses came up. The inheritance of noses was used to build upon the family tree. And soon the conversation tilted towards comparisons, as a lot of family conversations do. Who's nose is better than who's and who inherited the nose from which ancestor.

At some point it was determined that Suhaana has inherited her nose from her dad; perhaps not the best choice given the wealth of ancestral options. While being no alien to hearing about these benign comparisons, it's the first time I heard them with reference to Suhaana. My reaction can be summed up as turning the blind eye.

When people say beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, I think it's a big lie. Quite possibly fabricated by someone who didn't appreciate being on the short end of comparisons. What i think is, people have their own opinions about who they like or not, but I'm yet to find someone who thinks Brad Pitt is ugly; or Ms. Jolie for that matter (even though I can't stand her).

So, while I do see things like they are, I also feel my little girl Suhaana is the most perfect little thing. Even with an imperfect (read: sorta flat) nose. I wonder if this is some sort of a hormonal/chemical mechanism generated at child-birth, passed on to new parents so they are unable to find fault with their offspring (If so, I'm sure it wears off, 'cause its decidedly worn off in my parents!). But, it's not what she does (I already tell her what a naughty little kid she) it's just that, for now, for me, she just is the perfect little package.

And even though we usually forget to appreciate things we've had for a while, I hope my delight in this gift never grows old.