Ever-So-Faint Baby Pangs

Last week-end, Greg and I were invited to meet baby August at our friends' Claus & Morgan's place. Or maybe we invited ourselves... I don't remember which. Anyway, we went to meet the tiniest 2.5-week-old baby ever and here are some pics.


August was a little forward and made a pass at the boobies so I repositioned him such that there'd be less confusion for everyone.


Although Greg looks deeply confused here, he has, in fact, seen a baby before. He's pulling this face because August got a little fussy soon after I passed him over. And Greg is frustrated because he sees this as some deep cosmic sign that all babies inherently hate him and he will forever be a crap father and has no chance of ever raising a well-adjusted, loving brood of his own and his mere physical contact with any tiny one will always automatically bring them to squirms and crying. Always. And this face is also accompanied by a little whimpering, slightly pouty groan that might as well say Oh, I will never ever ever be a good daddy. I just know it.

But I have to give the guy credit. He persevered. He held on and repositioned and rocked and paced until August was finally happy and comfortable once again. All in all, Greg cuddled with that little darling for 10 minutes, which probably amounted to more baby time than he's ever experienced in his whole life put together.

I, for one, know you're going to be a great daddy, babe. :)


And one last recent photo of August decked out for St. Patty's day.

Honestly, how freaking adorable is that!