Mommy's Rose Colored Glasses

Today I decided to reminisce a little about the thing I love most in the world...BABIES! My babies actually. I dusted off their neglected baby books in a continually, ongoing attempt to keep them updated. I then realized how much I missed those sweet little bundles; their tiny wrinkled hands and feet, scrunched faces, soft, pink, warm, little bodies, I could go on and on. Anyway, out come the books, I begin flipping through the pages, taking note of some of my favorite pictures, at the time those hospital photos seemed so cute, even in my memory they turned out so well, but the reality of them staring up at me from the pages is that...well, I can barely recognize them.

************************** "Peanut" 7lbs 11oz **************************


************************** "Walnut" 7lbs 12oz **************************


************************** "Little Red" 6lbs 1oz **************************


************************** "Sweetie" 5lbs 1oz **************************

And then I realize, we're all just kidding ourselves, we may think our baby is the most beautiful, perfect child to have ever been born, and honestly to you they probably are....but let some time pass and pull out those same baby pictures, that at the time you thought were nearing perfection and reality sets in. They look like shrunken little aliens or wrinkled old men, they're red and splotchy, and although perhaps peaceful in their sleep, a little disproportionate, I mean look at that head, and my kids are legendary for their relatively small heads! Fact is when you have that beautiful new baby in your arms, your unable to find a flaw on that kid if your life depended on it, blame it on new mommy hormones, or sleep deprivation, whatever. In the end just be grateful that all Mommy's and Daddy's see their newborns through rose colored glasses.