He always looks that surprised. Today I introduced him to Lyle Lovett and the Spice Girls.
This is Henry.
He likes to jump on my bed while I pretend to be asleep.
In other baby news, do not be surprised if I come home with a Tunisian orphan. I went to the public hospital today (where the locals go) to help out with feeding the abandoned new borns. Heartbreaking. Bronwyn has a friend who does this once a week and I tagged along. Because of religious or social customs a lot of babies are abandoned and adoption is unheard of here. So the babies stay in the hospital for a few weeks and then are sent off to an orphanage. The nurses are sometimes overwhelmed with the work so they let us come in to help out. So for a few hours this afternoon I fed and changed and cuddled new-new-newborns. Some just hours old. Some just 3 pounds. All with lots and lots of hair. Bald babies do not exist here.
Bronwyn said that the first time she went she was given the advice to not make it too personal. You can't save all these babies, you can't take them home with you. All you can do is give them love for the few hours you're with them. I thought it would be unbearably hard, that I would be holding back tears the whole time because this over-active imagination of mine can't help but look ahead to what their lives could be like. But it was actually rather sweet to be with them. They just love to be held and I can do that with ease. Snuggling makes everything better.
It also helps that babies are full of comedy. I was changing a little guy's diaper and just as I put a new one on explosive poo shot EVERYWHERE! I managed to deflect it with the diaper. So I put on another new one and just as I was about to tape him up a geyser of pee went off. Again, I had some masterful deflecting. Three diapers later he was all clean and bundled up but I'm pretty sure I detected a smirk, like, "Yeah, I totally did that."