When Pookie and Geetle were born, Uncle JB came to see us in the hospital. He was 4 1/2 years younger, married, but with no kids yet. When we asked him if he wanted to hold one of the babies, he said “Put one on the bed and I’ll sit next to it.” Yep, scared of babies.

Well, now that he has 2 kids of his own, he’s not scared of them any more. Here the baby is only 10 days old, and she laid on Uncle JB’s chest while he and BAGD watched the Hawkeye game. Cute.

Its funny how tiny babies strike fear into our hearts, especially when they belong to someone else, but sometimes even when they are our own. They don’t even look real. You wonder how they can get by with fingers no bigger than 3 or 4 toothpicks bundled together. Where exactly is that soft spot? You don’t want to poke around and find out, but you sort of need to know! Their necks are so wiggly; their feet so bony. Those ridiculous tiny lips…who has lips smaller than their eyes? Its crazy!

Although she is my 3rd child, I was intimidated by the baby for the first few days. I think it was because I didn’t have myself pulled together yet. I was still recovering from the C-Section. IVs, catheters, an incision, unsteady legs, etc. But I got better every day and she gets sturdier every day. Things are all good now. But I still think she is just too tiny to believe…and she is probably almost 9 pounds by now! Big by most standards, but still a tiny little baby. My tiny baby.