fair and balanced

My friend, Rachel has a couple of cute kids.  She will also be the first to tell you that she didn’t think they were cute from day 1.  Sometime in history, she posted month by month photos of her son and  referenced where she thought he started being cute.

Entering motherhood, I was going for an unbiased approach when it came to determining whether or not my kid was cute.  I thought I would have an edge on the majority of mothers because my kid didn’t have mine or my husband’s genes, so therefore maybe less biased?  I’m not sure.

Anyway, I failed miserably.

Here am I the day Baby Swiss was born.  She was minutes old and I was looking at her to try to figure out if I thought she – wrinkly knees and all – was cute or not.

I determined that despite a possible tendency toward a bias, my newborn daughter was worthy of the label.  Clearly, as you can see by looking at this picture of an alien my bright and shiny Baby Swiss, you can tell that I was wrong.

So, now when I look at more recent photos, like this one:

I think, “Man, my kid is cute.”  Then I look at old photos, like this one:

And I remember that I can’t be trusted when it comes to this subject.