The Bald and The Beautiful
When Hilda was born, she had a lot less hair than Hannes when he was born. And even if Jessica says that I just can't remember how Hannes also lost his hair, I am pretty sure that he was never quite as bald as Hilda is now.
Her head is just so smooth and soft, it's making her bottom feel bad. Baby bottom's got a reputation to defend.
She's so cute. She smiled already after two weeks, and right now you can actually make her smile, and even laugh. But again, you never know what it is that makes her happy. A song that makes her smile now, can just as easily make her "pull a lip" on me.
Then I usually just stroke her bald hair to make her calm down again. That works every time.
Hilda's exactly one month old today. That's right. She was born in Stockholm on 13 March, 2006, and she is a beautiful and happy little baby.
So, there she is. The Hilda we have been waiting for since the beginning of the blog. The Hilda that turned out to be Hannes is now the real Hilda's big brother. And we're fine with that.
The first three four days were weird because Hilda was like a clone of Hannes. I had a hard time saying "she" (especially since there is no he/she in Finnish), and I really had to concentrate on calling her Hilda.
Now she's a little person of her own, with big toothless smiles and anxious sounds letting us (or, Jessica) know she's hungry.
Hilda and Hannes. Hannes and Hilda. I like the sound of that.
