Baby Faces

Friday, August 04, 2006

Babies seem to change every single day from the day they are born. My boy is no different; he is two months old now but he is so different from himself at birth. When he was born, he was tiny; his skin was fair and his body was wrinkled. However he was the cutest thing I have ever seen.
Now he is bigger and darker. His skinny legs became these big chicken drumsticks; and he has a round stomach we ( my husband and I) love to kiss. His father shaved his head so he is bold now. Gone all the curly hair that my mother in law thinks he inherited from her side of the family. Now, Baby boy has eyebrows; and his eyes lashes are so long that he can make any woman envious. His eyes are bigger too and they are so alert...They looked blue when he was born, now they are turning brown.
But my Baby even going through this physical development, has also different faces.
He is all relax when he falls deep into sleep but as soon as he wakes up, he either takes his time to stretch like a lazy possum or cries his lungs out because he is hungry. There is also a variety is his cries; when he is fussy (which he is not very often, Thank GOD) he opens his mouth and comes out a very loud and piercing cry. His eyes pour little tears and his face becomes all red. But when he is hungry, he curls his mouth and let out a weaker but firm cry.
When Baby Boy explores the world around him, he opens his already huge eyes and fixates things that grown ups like me would not be interesting in. He usually avoids my eyes when he is into comtenplation of his environment. Nothing else, even his Mommy's eyes or voice matters.
But the face I like the most, is when he is full after eating from my breast and he is drifting into deep sleep in my arms. All the muscles of his body relax and he abandons himself totally to me. Sometimes, he would try a shy smile, which is not reallly a smile since he is too young to smile, but whatever it is seing it makes my day.
I cannot wait for the other faces he will make as he is growing up....