Some people wait a month or two before posting pictures of their newborn to the public. Probably because they want to ensure the grouchy-old-troll-baby grows up to be more attractive like Brad Pitt rather than Benjamin Button. Of course, however, my new squished face baby was a specimen of unquestionable beauty. I knew that he was destined to make the list of the nation’s Most Beautiful People (and I’ve seen Gabriel Aubrey in hi-def). I can remember sitting in the hospital bed swooning over his puffy eyes, wrinkled forehead, and yellow complexion. Don’t forget his scrawny chicken legs. I was enchanted. Smitten. I may have been delirious, but I was in love with that egg-headed baby. Even the baby acne a few days later couldn’t crush my crush. He was a stunner.
Reef’s filled out since then. A lot. Carrying him is like schlumping around a fortune in gold bricks. He’s a mini sumo wrestler. And I’m often afraid I may lose things in the folds of his skin. His hair’s also fallen out, leaving just enough peach fuzz for people to notice he’s a blondie like his mom and dad. Now that I think about it, he somewhat looks like a dandelion. Nevertheless, he’s a happy baby – always sporting a gummy, full-on grin.
