Wednesday, June 8, 2011

The Devil Wears Baby Gap


We love this little bug, quite unlike anything we've ever loved before, but he is often a whole lot of attitude in one tiny baby body. See the photo above for a typical display of dissatisfaction. Here captured on our side-walkway atop a sewage grate, but anywhere will do. Malls, tennis courts, kitchen floors, gravel. This is really the extent of his tantrum display (as if this isn't mortifying enough for a parent) he just lies gently down, face up or down, he isn't picky, and sticks out his little lips (or bico [bee-koo] meaning "beak" in Portuguese as Zilda, our maid, calls it) to pout all the way up to his little nose often stifling his breath for a second for effect. He lays there for a moment then usually starts laughing at himself or us trying not to laugh at him and moves on. We exchange glances that say "Oh my gosh, I swore a child of mine would NEVER do that!" Then we laugh out loud at our naivety.

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