Monday, March 15, 2010

Your tiny, pink hands

This morning Atticus and I were laying in bed, contemplating the coming day after a peaceful breastfeeding session. I was just laying there with my eyes closed and he was just staring around all content. I opened my eyes to see him, one hand in the air, just staring at it. He kept closing and opening his fist, twisting to get another angle, moving his fingers one by one. I tried to imagine what he was thinking: "Oh my goodness, I have HANDS, seriously, what the heck?!"

One day, your hands will grow. Grow and grow and grow. And I hope they do good things, my Little Guy.


  1. With you as a mother, how could they not. I like this post :)

  2. what an amazing moment to witness!