We are staring at each other. He gazes into my eyes and then it hits him, "Mommy?" No, mommy is at work. The sad blue eyes turn to puzzlement and I can see his mind thinking this one through, "Work?" She'll be back soon.
Looking after my nephew has been a fun treat the few times I have done it, seeing him interacting with my own son has certainly been magic. The differences between them is great - my son has deep brown eyes, my nephew bright blue, my nephew is a skinny ma-linky and my boy has some serious chub. The only thing they both share (at the moment) is their bleach blonde hair! Both mommies were blondes and both daddies are dark, so it is interesting to see that the lighter hair has come through.
I have been very impressed with seeing how different children can be. I'm not sure the doctors looked any further than one child when they made up the rules for what is "normal." At my son's 6-month check-up, the doctor told me that he was going to need weight checks every week and that I needed to start feeding him more. But the doctor never got the chance to see my husband, to see that my son was just taking after the skinnier frame that my husband has. The doctor should see my baby now! He is a porker! His legs have turned into rolls and when he sits up, he looks like a little Buddha doll. It's good to have the reassuring voice in the back of my head telling me that not all babies are supposed to be average.
I have been very impressed with seeing how different children can be. I'm not sure the doctors looked any further than one child when they made up the rules for what is "normal." At my son's 6-month check-up, the doctor told me that he was going to need weight checks every week and that I needed to start feeding him more. But the doctor never got the chance to see my husband, to see that my son was just taking after the skinnier frame that my husband has. The doctor should see my baby now! He is a porker! His legs have turned into rolls and when he sits up, he looks like a little Buddha doll. It's good to have the reassuring voice in the back of my head telling me that not all babies are supposed to be average.