Mother vs. flock of geese

Today I felt my first paranormal surge of protective mother-instinct. As a new parent, I have, of course, felt some degree of concern, worry, and caution every single day, but this was something different: this was a chemical alteration, it seems. I was walking with Finn along the lake this morning, my precious bundle strapped to my chest in the Bjorn carrier, when I stopped to observe a large group of geese swimming along the edge. How lovely! I thought…. There must have been over a dozen of them, prettily sailing in a pattern like a regatta of white sailboats. Well, I should have been thinking of them instead as attack ships; within a minute they filed ashore and headed toward us. Stupidly, I snapped Finn’s little, yellow burp cloth at them, and then realized how ineffective this was: either they thought it was food, or saw it as some kind of red flag and decided to charge like an army of bulls. Their heads reached higher than Finn’s little feet dangling from the carrier. Terrified that they would start going for his socks, I  fled toward the house as goose-bumps covered my arms.

Thank goodness I didn’t have to take down any geese to protect this cute, little face:


As big as a monkey…


…or at least a sock monkey.

Yesterday’s pediatrician appt. revealed that Finn is about 22 inches long — shorter than the average two-month-old. He is, however, in the 90th percentile in terms of weight! I’m wondering if his chunky legs may have made his first shots less painful: by the time we were on our way out of the office, his tears were gone, and he was smiling at me on the way home! I, on the other hand, still feel traumatized at the fact that I’ve contaminated my son’s pure, pristine body, even though I know these vaccinations are important in helping to keep him safe. I also worried that I would contaminate his image of me as Keith and I held him down so that the nurse could stick needles into his legs. Thankfully, he seems to have forgiven us for these moments of necessary torture..

Happy Boy

As Finn gets older, he cries less and smiles more. We love this changing dynamic. Still, it’s incredible how mercurial little babies can be! He’ll sometimes shift from grin to grimace in seconds – and seemingly without obvious reason. How I wish that I could read minds! Well, his anyway…

in sunhat

on changing table