A reader (or maybe a former reader) just sent me photos of her beautiful baby. In one of the photos the baby is with her handsome father. Now I am not taking a huge amount of credit for the match and the baby, since when I heard the facts it was obvious to me that the handsome man was totally into my reader, or going to be, but I am privately taking a little bit of credit! Go me!
I love babies. Have I mentioned this? I especially love them at the crawling stage---so cute! A part of me is always a little sad when they first walk although, of course, walk they eventually must! I used to love it when my baby brother and then my baby sister crawled into a room, cleverly pushing open doors with their heads. Oh, the adorableness!
Every baby is a sort of post-figuring of Baby Jesus--at least when they're happy. When they're howling, not so much. I had this revelation when I first held my oldest nephew. I told a left-wing nun (sigh) that my nephew looked just like Baby Jesus, and she barked, "Is he tan? Is he Jewish? Is he Palestinian?" Oh dear. She just didn't get it.
Anyway, babies! Yay!