Aug 12, 2008
It's funny what grows attractively noticeable in the people we love. Bereket's mustachio, Sira's animated eyebrows, Tsega's curly face. The plump on a knocked knee, the wiggle of a butt, the peaks on a head of curls in profile (see Bereket above), the way a belly button folds (I'm talking babies here, clearly not all good stuff on many of us adults). Sometimes when sorting through pictures suddenly there is one that grabs me; somehow the camera has captured specific features or expressions so differently than the rest. Features that usually rest subtly in the background that suddenly pop to the surface. It's as if the face metamorphoses moment to moment. The picture below is a brilliant example. Bereket's classic Ethiopian features are filling his face during this fleeting moment. . . something perhaps only a parent perceives (Jerry noticed too before I said anything). Oh Bereket, you are gorgeous sweet baby.
When our adoption case passed the Ethiopian courts we received scanned copies of the triplets' new birth certificates, complete with close head shots of each child stapled to each certificate in the upper left hand corner. The pictures failed to flatter. Mind you up to now we had only seen three not so clear pictures of the boys and didn't have a good idea what they looked like (not that we cared, of course, but the face of your baby--or his toes, knees, and butt for that matter--is something one likes to carry in the heart). When looking at Bereket's, after wondering how a pair of eyes could get so big, I thought, Does this baby have a moustache? I would have believed it if you told me yes. I think I had gone delirious at this point in my impatience to get the boys home.
Bereket's upper lip shadow (no hair) is still noticeable, but I almost forgot about it until a few recent pictures reminded me. Isn't it adorable?
It is striking when the sun is set just right and backlights my boys' hair lighting it afire.
And maybe you noticed something different about Sira above (and hopefully you failed to notice the horrible food stains the Hoosier cabinet normally hides). His mouth is firmly shut. I think the hang mouth and collar drool are fading.
Recently the pediatrician pointed out my boys' slight over bites. I already noticed how cute their straight upper teeth slightly protrude (I added "straight" so I don't get bad binky (=bad mama) comments), and I know grandpa (OK, "Poppie") has a special memory of Bereket's little smile and protruding teeth charming his socks off during a long car ride while in California last fall. I have to get a picture, but we have this little toy vacuum and the smile and teeth on it, I swear, models Bereket's.
And who can't love Tsega's lost wild child posture and expression that often frequents this blog. Somehow this picture captures his spirit. Always on the edge away from the crowd, in his own style, figuring out the world, hardly fearful.
Clearly this post's purpose is not to brag and point out the obvious: hey, look, by Jah these are beautiful boys! It's about love, man.