All in the Eye of the Beholder

Whenever a new little baby comes to our planet, there's always a rush to see how the baby incorporated their cocktail of DNA from mom and dad. Because The Mister of the House has what I like to call "shutters" as eyelids, I never suspected such an exotic eye-shape he would pass on to our offspring. Mary Kay would find a hard time finishing off these lids. There's no space for the true color zone, it's disappeared under the sub-cutaneous fat desperately holding onto his eyebrows.

When my firstborn, Rainbow Girl, came to earth, store-clerks and shopping moms would always stop to ask me if my husband was Asian.

Then when my middle child came, we were surprised with his complete inability to tan. His skin, hair and eyes had been scrubbed with bleach. Even with his beautiful blue eyes, the exotic tilt to the eyes was apparent.

We're still in the throes of babyhood with number three, our own little Buddha Baby. Starting his sojourn at nine-plus pounds, he was (and is!) the squishiest softest baby I've yet to manhandle.


Take me to the Emperor!

There's something about his eyes that amazes me still. They're so.....dark. And yet, so reflective of light. During the six times this desperate-for-momma has been held by another adult, I love to sit across the room and just look at him from far away. I begin to understand why every female store clerk that meets this kid exclaims "Wow! He's gonna be a charmer when he grows up. He is gorgeous!".

When pregnancy pulls out the ugly stick and smacks you over the head (and down the back-side) then these statements are all you have to cling to for consolation. Now if I can just make sure he can do dishes, he'll be a true catch someday.