I'm partial. I think all my kids--even my goofy eldest--are pretty darn attractive people. All of them have features I cherish, and their very physical wonderfulness inspires lots of kisses and hugs from me. I ask my husband whether I'm wrong--just a mom deluded by loving blindness--and he (it's objective, I know!) assures me that they are at least as cute as I think.
Why does God send us such beautiful babies? How did we get to be so lucky?
In lighter moments, this is what I wonder. Homely babies exist, but we've never gotten one. For the first time, I think I know why.
Hubby always says that God makes babies cute and adorable so we don't want to kill them when they're whining/fussing/arguing/defiant/disobedient. I think he has something there. Now, though, I've had a big breakthrough.
Our kids are the most strong-willed, spirited people I've ever had to deal with. A room full of them (and another on the way). For sure God made up for their "high spirits" by making them so lovable and heart-meltingly cute. Lulu's fluffy hair. Beatle's big, gorgeous eyes. Doodle's smile (and his laugh! Though Lulu's giggle gets you to the core). Foo-foo's sparkling eyes, and even that galumping goofiness is charming.
So either we'll get another gorgeous babe with lots of his own ideas, or we'll get a docile, reflective one. But I'm pretty sure that if we get one that sleeps when he should, and tolerates noise/agitation/change well, he won't be as cute. Time will tell.
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