Ladies' Man

The last thing I want to do is start screwing Alex up in his third month by projecting all kinds of ideas and expectations on him, but it's really hard to avoid completely, especially around the holidays when the grandparents are there to play along (Look at the long fingers - he'll play piano! Listen to him make noises while we sing - obviously a musician! Can you believe all the kicking? It must mean he'll be a great soccer player!)

Even more obnoxious is referring to other babies as his future girlfriends, so I won't, but I can't resist posting two pictures from our trip to London (yes, Alex has a passport. It's the same size as a grownup passport, but somehow I doubt he will still resemble his photo in 5 years, when it expires).



Caroline (first photo, in the navy and white) is the daughter of two friends we introduced to each other and is just a few weeks younger than Alex. Emily is a week older and is the daughter of Michael's oldest friend. One day I'll have to remember to delete this entry and hide these photos so he can't accuse me of being manipulative, or worse, decide he doesn't want to be friends with our friend's children at all. But for now, I can't help but think how cute they are (although I must say that from the looks of the photo of him with Emily, with Alex asleep high in his stroller throne, it looks like chivalry is dead in the baby world...)