Max's right hand is looser, so the Botox is definitely working. Tonight, as he was falling asleep, I lay down next to him in bed (our bed—yes, he and Sabrina are STILL there), held his hand in mine and felt the difference.
I have always loved Max's hands. Here they are when he was eight months old, pudge central. With wrists that looked liked someone had tied a rubber around them. And those adorable inverted knuckles babies and little kids have.
His hands would frequently tighten up and fist, something that concerned me a lot back then. I'd wiggle in a finger and try to get him to relax. Conversely, sometimes they'd get really slack and I'd have to help him close his fingers around a rattle or toy handle. I was always massaging them during car rides.
These are Sabrina's hands, snapped this fall. I adore them, too. She still has a little bit of the crease around her wrist, and the inverted knuckles. I am clinging to that last bit of baby-ness.
What do you find most delicious about your children?
