Babies are just beautiful

I really don’t mind “having” many of them all at once. Well, I know what you, female, would say: “Yeah, right, it’s easy for you to say that, you are not the one having them in your stomach for 40 agonizing weeks.” It is correct, I would not argue on that point. Still, I love watching those babies: their fragility, innocence, impatience, their amazing growth speed, their laughs, cries, coos.

To pay for the painful time their mother has to endure during the pregnancy, I tried my best to be of a help. To make her feel that I am helpful is another story, I will never know whether she feel content with my “services”.

Back to the babies, it is amazing how they time the activities. They just do it “now”. They don’t wait for us to prepare and, in fact, we are (well, my wife would say mostly she is) the one who have to wait on them. Clean them when they are done.

That is the new born, my other babies are now big girls. They are some cheerful lasses. Always make some noises, always make our home alive. With their songs, laughter, tears, and “arguments”. That so called argument: only one simple matter would make them argue to each other, and end up in tears and screams and cries. Can you imagine that they could scream and shout to each other only to “determine” whether the cloud looked like cow or mug? (I found out that it really looked like cotton balls). The three geminis would try their best to defend their perspective over that (sometimes end up in hair snatching) and we have to keep our cool to be neutral among them. Believe me, it is not easy. We often lost our patience and, finally, join in the chorus. While our face still feels hot from the lengthy shouting they are usually settling off their arguments and hold each other, rite in front of our very eyes.

Life is hard, full of competition, and sometimes it involves with our siblings.
Welcome Amira Padmasmita Hikmat. Welcome to this beautiful world.
12 June 2005, another Gemini was born.