She didn't do it on purpose!
In my head, I know that Lauren doesn't have much control over her movement or expressions. She doesn't prefer one parent over another. She loves us both just as much as we love here. Still, it's hard to remember that when she stares at me with her big eyes and shows the faintest of smiles. I know that's gas, but still, my heart says she's smiling at me. Similarly, if I take her from mommy and she cries, it's not that she hates me, she just liked where she was and didn't want to be moved. Now, if it were just smiles or cries, I probably wouldn't mention this, but Lauren has repeatedly done something recently that makes me have to remind myself most of her actions are not the result of any conscious thought. You see, she likes to open and close her hands, stretching her cute little fingers and then balling them up again in a fist. Sometimes, not all the fingers go back into that little ball. So ... lately ... a particular finger appears to be the one not making it back into the fist. You guessed it ... THAT finger. There I am, holding this sweet little angel, rocking her to sleep, and then BAM ... "Look at my finger daddy!". *sigh* What's next? Colorful metaphors?
posted by Eddie at 10:31
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DOOD. You have to take a picture of that sweet angel. Speaking of which, we (the internet) demand more pictures. :) I'm sure she's grown in the last week. What if I get to the baptism and don't recognize her????
:)
Going to a baptism is like going to a wedding. You'll recognize Lauren as the only baby wearing a white gown. :)
My mom was showing me baby pictures of me once, for some reason. I don't remember why, but I do remember that it must have been in my teens sometimes because I was convinced that my parents knew nothing at the time. There was one of me, around about a year old, where I'm pretty much giving the camera the bird. My mom said something like, "Well, we couldn't hang that one on the wall." And I said something like, "Why not?" Aside from my flagrant use of the middle finger, which she surely couldn't be referencing because she was my mom and moms don't know about stuff like that, I didn't see anything else wrong with the picture.
She stared at me like I was brain dead (probably close with all the hairspray I was using in those days) and said, "You're giving the camera the finger!"
Well, color me shocked that day. My mom knew what the finger was and even that it was called "the finger." Hee. Seems obvious now. At the time, it was a revelation.
So, Lauren is not alone : )
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