1. 21 March 2010 · 03:23 PM

    Uncle Pony and Aunt Gucci

    A while back, we visited friends Bart and Becky, whose daughter  is just a few months old. Isobelle is one of the most beautiful little people I’ve ever met (no surprise given the good looks and brains that went into her conception). It also doesn’t hurt that she was totally comfortable with me, happy to bounce on my hip, nestle into my shoulder or fall asleep in my arms.

    I don’t usually have a great track record with babies, given my clumsiness and tendency to get really tense when I’m holding them. So Izzy won big points for seeing past that and snuggling anyway. She didn’t do the same with Jeff, though. Whenever he held her, little Iz fussed and squalked (again, this is opposite the usual. Kiddos tend to see how tall and broad he is and consider him a gentle giant to be climbed upon or cuddled with.)

    Becky assured Jeff that it was no big thing. All he had to do was promise Izzy a pony for her birthday and he’d be her favorite in no time. For the rest of the visit, Bec called him Uncle Pony. I became Aunt Gucci “because it never hurts to drop hints!”

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