It mostly makes me think that someone has been smoking really good pot.
not being a "smoker" myself, I remember being at a George Clinton concert where someone (his granddaughter, I think) was rapping "something stinks and I want some" and being confused.
HEE: Check out the vitals on the 6.6.6 baby! [link]
Lily and Em are not typical new babies - they're extra-special adorable and beautiful.
Baby skunks are, indeed, adorable (though not as much so as Lillian and Em). My mother once got to cuddle one that had been de-skunked and kept as a pet - she said it snuggled up and started licking her make-up off.
And P-C - the pose worked!
But this tiny baby? Fucking ridiculous placid peaches-and-cream beautifully proportioned symmetrical cherubic Botticelli beauty. It's a triumph of movie star eugenics.
Could be a C-secton baby.
And P-C - the pose worked!
Hee. To wit: the girl on the right broke my heart into a thousand little pieces and then stepped on those pieces. Over two years. Retroactively.
Could be a C-secton baby.
Yep. Breech position, scheduled C.
As I reveal the depths of my lameness.
I was about to say that Em was a c-section and she was all red because for some unknown reason, I momentarily forgot that she was stuck and I pushed for two hours. So, yeah, she was red. And then jaundiced. She was like my hair color; No one knew what her natural color was.
That's okay, Plei. I will reveal the depths of my own lameness: I am ridiculously thrilled I did not remember the Jolie-Pitt baby name (even after Aimee posted it--not until I looked at the pictures), or know that she was delivered via C-section.
Casper, an hour old, not a c-section. As my goolie can tell you, she just has a hard hard head. [link]
Later, she got ugly: [link]