Wednesday, February 13, 2008

He Smiled At Me!

This newborn motherhood gig is tiring. I know that this is nothing new to many of you, but because it has been 4 years since C'sa was a newborn, I tend to forget some of the little things. And lack of sleep can make you paranoid.

I decided in a paranoid state that Iggy probably does not like me. Sure he is content and a generally quiet and good baby, but half the time he has an expression much like Archie Bunker (and if you do not know who he is... shame on you, I actually cried when Carroll O'Connor died). Hence, he hates me. Despite all my kisses and late night feedings.

Mr. Clean being the rational one tried to gently remind me that he was sure that all of our biological children had the same Bunker-like expressions on their faces as 1 month olds as well. I was not so convinced, but then again, I had life giving milk being produced by my body so my kids had to pretend to like me or they would starve.

Tonight however, Iggy and I were in the guest room/his room and I had swaddled him for bed while chatting to him. I decided to sit and rock with him for a while to get him a bit sleepier before plopping him in his bed. Wide eyed and while staring me square in the eyes he smiled. Not one of those deceiving "gas bubble" smiles, but an ear to ear, gummy masterpiece. Even his eyes twinkled. And then he did it again. I was in heaven.

Once I went to put him to bed he started to cry and called me "Meathead", but I was too over the moon to care.

1 comment:

Carolyn said...

I've seen the way he looks at you. He's smitten with you!