Please allow me to introduce the tantalizing ten toes of my baby niece, Pudding Pop.
She arrived yesterday morning and shortly after her birth, the family gathered for an inspection. Much like her paternal line, Pudding Pop has an insatiable appetite, a nice layer of thigh chub, a mop of hair, and a, uh, substantial nose. (Her older brother, Zucchini, had an inauspicious start, coming into the world bearing a beaky resemblance to Charles de Gaulle.) Good Child obviously neglected to tell my sister-in-law about the team of plastic surgeons that stand by, gloved and scrubbed, to address any potential family nose issues at birth. Oh well, there's always her sixteenth birthday!
She is lovely. And hungry. Homegirl knows what she wants and how to get it, latching on with impressive authority. She is obviously very gifted. Did I mention she speaks Mandarin?
Speaking of babies, check out Reluctant Father (via Marvelous Kiddo), an amazing photo journal by Phillip Toledano (I featured his moving series about taking care of his dying father here) who documented the process of coming to terms with fatherhood after his daughter was born.
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Apologies for this crappy Blackberry photo - the screen of my Mac laptop is busted (I've had no END of trouble with this Mac and rue the day I ever switched from a PC) and my borrowed computer doesn't have photo editing software, so I can't process any of the RAW files on my camera. GAH.
