|Welcome to My World!|
The day is sunny; at last, the clouds have decided to stop pestering Hong Kong. My friends and family most likely envy mere overcast as bad weather. On our way we slice through a park methodically like a knife making a gashing wound in your side. Err; probably don’t need to make it that colorful. Anyway I want to take pictures of Scarlett in her first stroller outing, however, we need to be at the hospital by 11:20am. That’s right we allotted enough time to make it there without any delays but perhaps on the way back.
A couple things to share at my expense: I’ve been given a camera to use to snap lots of pictures of our little squirt from my wife’s dad, I’ve been, umm, lacking to do so lately. Why a camera, (digital even!), because he likes to make prints, you know its like a flat real life version of you, froze still and stuck on paper. That way he can see how his granddaughter is changing in these early months when he may be unable to see her. Its admirable enough and shows that all empowering word – love. I hoped our walk would prove a wonderful time to pick up my slack. It’s not that I don’t take pictures or videos but we all use our phones for those things now. It’s a surprise we don’t use them to wipe our rear ends with yet. Anyway it’s the quality! A digital camera does have that on all these devices we pour our minds into nowadays.
My second folly was my wife’s mom, yes I’m picking on my Chinese parents, would be coming back home with us from the hospital and I thought we may taxi it, so I was crushed my photo opportunity may be missed. It’s these early moments I found I wanted to capture. Being so young little Scarlett hasn’t been able to get out so I was filled with excitement when we finally would go out. Right about the taxi and mom – well she has a bum knee so I’d never want to push her to walk more than she was comfortable with. I may be crazy but I’m not stupid. I did manage to keep from crying – OK one tear!
Lets skip ahead. After we check in our daughter, my wife goes to join her in the examination room to get the rundown on her body. (What is a rundown?!) I opt to stay in the waiting area; usually my wife will let me know if I should join, it was a call I made to stay. I’m not a negligent dad. Don’t turn me in social media. ‘We want to get you in trouble! The hell with what’s right or wrong! We want to be judge jury and executioner!’ Ranting, your voice on display for good or bad. Mom arrives shortly after and notices I’m alone, she demands why I’m not with my wife – No! She would never say anything of the sort. She joins her daughter though – I continue my waiting.
|Grandma & Scarlett|
The other concern is tiny clumped little bumps on her head. Like goose bumps at first glance, almost like pimples, which seems odd – I know they grow up fast but this would be ridiculous. Turns out there is such a condition as baby acne. It can occur when the baby gets too hot. It may have something to do with her color change ability but I thought best not to reveal that to the doctor at such a time. She was given some skin treatment cream so we’ll see how that goes. She shows no outward signs of pain or discomfort. The Internet told me babies don’t even feel the acne. Further inquiries must be made.
A happy finale to the afternoon’s event saw my wife – her mom and myself walk home while pushing Scarlett along. At the park, which we returned through, we took some photos to commemorate the day. Not a national holiday, nor historical date, not even an anniversary of some kind but rather it was a splendid day with my daughter. The study of Scarlett will continue.