So here's the story.
Hubs and I are brand-new parents. We're incredibly blessed to have both sets of our son's grandparents living in the city and willing to lend a helping hand. In particular, my parents (the Nonni, Italian for grandparents) have been over almost every day of baby G's life. At first they mostly helped us with yard and housework (especially as I recovered from a c-section). So thankful!!
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Proud Nonni! Look, you can even see a hand peeking out from the swaddle... |
Recently, though, as we've settled into our life as three, the Nonni come over more to hang out and get their daily hit of baby G time. During these hangouts, a new fixation has emerged. My dear mother, hereafter referred to as Nonna, is absolutely in love with baby G's hands. He does seem to be particularly expressive (we joke that it's his 1/4 Italian ethnicity). It seems like every time she visits, Nonna exclaims in awe, "Look at his hands!!"
"Nonno, see what he's doing with his hands!?!"
"Meli, look at his hands!!" (to which I've started replying, "Yes, they're attached to his arms!")
And my personal favourite: "I didn't pose them this way, you know!!!" As if we would dare to accuse her of such trickery!
This genuine fascination is rapidly becoming an in-joke in our little family (this should tell you something about our sense of humour). To that end, we've decided to try to capture these astounding hand poses and hypothesize as to what our little peanut might be doing with them. Playing an invisible piano? Throwing an invisible baseball? Fending off the paparazzi (a legitimate concern in my camera-happy family)? Let's have a look!!
First, though, I need to be clear that, while we may poke fun, Nonna is one of (if not THE) most caring, hard-working, and amazing women I know. I'm lucky to have been raised by her, and I know our kids will be better people for having her in their lives. Her capacity for love is unending. So instead of a funny one, let's just start off with this photo of baby G's hand in Nonna's during snuggle time (taken, of course, at her behest!)
-Honeybee