"Let’s see, what shall I have my minions do for me next?"
I don’t normally caption Lincoln’s photos from his perspective but I swear he looks like such a punk/thug here. I had just finished nursing him and I looked down to see this face. I grabbed my phone to snap a quick photo — the smug look on his face, the laced fingers… it’s too much! Tony calls this the Godfather photo.
He is a super sweet baby but when he refuses to sleep, it does feel like he’s a little dictator in our lives. When our friend Vivian sent us a hand-knit (or crocheted?) blanket and hat, she addressed the package to “Tiny Overlord” and we’ve been calling him that or T.O. for short whenever he’s being uncooperative. There’s a tiny bit of truth to every funny joke.
You know, when I found out I was having a boy, I felt a wave of relief that I wouldn’t have the challenge of teaching a daughter how to be strong in a man’s world, how to esteem herself without relying on other’s approval of her body, how to love generously without being taken advantage by jerks. But immediately after I felt that wave of relief, I realized that I had the heavy burden of making sure my son doesn’t become a jerk. That he’s kind and sweet and treats women with respect and dignity. Not sure which is harder.