While not my sole intention, I will bring the Internet to its knees under the crushing weight of my baby photos. However, when she looks like that, can you blame me? The only disappointment, if you can call it that, is that both my wife and myself have looked at little Chickpea and then each other and said, "who exactly does she look like?" If I look really, really hard, I can see a little bit of my mother, but that's it. We're both at a loss, but I suppose that will change over time...or so we hope.
That said, we are going to try a little experiment here. We want to be able to show little Chickpea, many years from now, how many strangers thought she was a cutie. Please leave a note for her. Lame? You bet. But I am hoping she will appreciate it, and for me it's an exercise in experimenting with social networks. Yes, yes, I am complete and total geek. It was either this or start playing Star Wars with her. For the greater good, and, more specifically, for her own mental stability, which would you rather me do, beg for comments and traffic or dress her up like Yoda? Come to think of it, just moments after she was born, it did occur to me that she looked like a little Yoda...
And while on the subject of little green things, let's talk about the view from Chickpea's swinger chair. If ever there was a reason as to why our children are growing up to be crazy and psychotic, it's not because of violent video games. No, I think the problem starts much earlier, say, in the swing chair, when all you have to look at is SCARY DEMONIC BEARS! What is she supposed to be thinking other than "murder, death, kill" when she has a parading halo of bears commanding her to do bad things. Sure, they look cure and fuzzy to me and you, but when you look at them from the baby's point of view, well, things just get creepy.