I see you staring.
My kids are super gorgeous, I know. They have those cheesy baby smiles and are a perfect blend of me and my husband — my daughter inheriting my blue eyes and my husband’s sandy blonde hair, and my son sporting my dark hair and my husband’s deep brown irises.
Their manners are above reproach, as well. That’s not to say my daughter’s threenager attitude doesn’t pop out sometimes or my son’s 1-year-old confusion of the world doesn’t cause some tantrums, but on the whole, they are happy, sweet kids.
Though, I know you’re not staring because they are over-the-top adorable to look at or because you’ve never seen such darling manners in kids this tiny.
You’re looking at my son’s tiny hand, aren’t you? Or perhaps you see us hooking a tube to a device on his stomach. Or you’ve noticed how one of his eyes never blinks.