Kian is 39 hours old. His profile is very much like his mother's. They were silhouetted against the window at dusk, beautiful as she held him wrapped up in front of her, their faces close. I took a pic with their camera. It will take a little Photoshop to get it right.
Daddy is asleep on the pull out recliner as this is going on. His missing socks are found in a drawer in the bassinet. they are about the size of postage stamps.
I took a few hours off to visit the Chinese House at the Peabody Essex. There are 16 rooms around an open courtyard. The rooms are the size of a walk-in closet. If even a minimum of 8 families lived in the rooms ( one room to a family) that would make about 32 people at a time living in the house. I do like Chinese New Year, blessings all around, plenty of firecrackers and those great snaky dragons. what a hoot.
The family will likely be going home tomorrow. They will all be happy. They have been living like those Chinese families, except with just a little bit more space and take out from Chili's. The baby is so cute. So cute. Ian mused about how human babies are the most vulnerable babies on the planet. I bet he's thinking about that a lot lately. He's sure-handed, fully at ease. He's a great dad; just the right combination of fun and delicacy. Janine is happy to hold Kian with her boppy. Why didn't they have cool stuff like that when I was a new mom?
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Oops, it's Kian's socks that were in the drawer, not Ian's.
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