You can probably guess from the pictures who enjoys bath time and who doesn't. Lucy is usually fussy right up to the point when we dump her in the warm water, after which she is happy as a lark. Audrey on the other hand, has grown to dislike the whole process (must have gotten that from me - I hated bathing until just a few months ago...ok, I was more like 9). I remember wetting my hair and pretending to have showered completely so my mom would leave me alone.
It's funny how parents indulge in trying to figure out who passed on a certain gene - big ears, big nose, blue eyes, brown eyes. I'm just as guilty of it. I catch myself saying "those are grandpa's ears," or "she's got my crooked toe."
Why do we do it? Parents have a hidden fear that their kids will not be "cute" and somehow that will mean a life filled with misery and heartache for them or something bizarre like that. Sure we all want cute kids, but if we give their looks a disproportionate amount of attention we may one day regret the finished product: a child bound by depression and low self-confidence, who probably struggles from some sort of eating disorder.
I can't tell you how many times people have asked me what color their eyes are. That's a simple enough question except that sometimes, I know that the person asking thinks that darker eyes are in some way inferior to light eyes. I have green eyes but I love the way my wife's soft brown eyes glow in the sun. They complement her freckles and auburn hair dramatically. Had it been any other way I may never have been struck the way I was when I first saw her. (Brownie points for me!)
Enough hot air for one night. I'll end by commenting on these two pics, and I choose my words carefully: I love the way Lucy's gentleness is captured by this picture. The way she looks into your eyes can be so subtle but completely penetrating it's impossible not to be stirred. Audrey's spirit is vibrant and capable of expressing a wide range of emotion. Thankfully for us, her "grumpier" moments tend to be the exception, but even then I love absorbing her little tantrums. I love my three girls!
