rafael pyton

She is eating. A lot. All the time. Which, when you add it up, becomes many centimeters and kilograms. Our little milk smurf is expanding like space itself; her legs will soon stretch around the world!

Scarlett, tallest baby in the world? Well, not quite. I think the tailor made a little mistake… she is still pappa’s tiny sweetheart.

Actually, I don’t want her to grow anymore. She is so easy to handle right now, she fits everywhere, like in the palm of my hand. Yesterday I even mistook her for the TV remote, and kept pressing her nose to change channel…

Instead of the old frightening man with a huge belly and a grey beard, we had a tiny-tiny Santa this year. She charmed us all so much so that we completely forgot to ask where she had left her gigantic bag of Christmas presents…

Uncle Johan caught her, when she dropped down the chimney! Hou hou hou and happiness!

The baby crib you see here is the very same I once made noise in some 34 years ago. Subsequently, it was used by my little brother in 1977, and then by my little-little brother in 1985. And here it is, still going strong at the end of 2008!
I happened to come across the legs to the crib out in the shed, all dusty and dirty. The crib itself had been used as a container for stuff in the deep end of a wardrobe.
Why, spit in my hands, apply some elbow grease, add a little pride, and soon the whole thing was all shiny and superduper again - this time with pink-and-white checkers for that all-important princess effect!

And that is how much she liked all my hard handiwork. Such a tough customer…

… but what a cute cookie. Just watch that little nose go snobbish when she waaah-waaahs. Hahah! I can NOT get enough!

Had a single week of father’s leave, was then forced to make an abrupt return to the rat race. I was dragged to UK on Sealed Air business last Sunday, got back Saturday morning. You better believe that week felt loooooooong…

Thus, no new pics of baby Scarlett, whom I miss so terribly I ache from spine to soul. Worse yet, she is still stuck in the muck in Tallinn, waiting for her first passport and permission to travel. I hope to see her incoming weekend. *Sigh*. She will have tripled in age since I last saw her tiny nose, toes, fingers and puffy cheeks.

Dad’s hurting, Scarlett, and far more than you can ever imagine. If I could hug you now, I would never let go.

Gimme a S, gimme a C, at the end the full name will be…

SCARLETT ALEKSANDRA PYY.

Pree-ttee, so pree-ttee! I count on you getting used to it, because I do not intend to conserve it! Starlet Scarlett has arrived! My scene is yours, sweet peas.

Chillin’ with daddy… no words needed.

Ok, three words: I love you.

We have not slept much lately, so if there are large pauses while writing these posts, you will underst…… zzz… ok, back again. Let’s see how long I last this time. Better type a little faster.

Despite her oh-so-adorable exterior, our tiny little munchkin is not afraid to let her voice be heard the instant our 86.400-second/day service does not quite please her. She reminds me of the story of The Princess And The Pea. When she grows older, I will definitely have to conduct the same experiment, if only to verify my suspicion.

There they are, the madonna and her child. This was one of the first pics I took, back at the Fertilitas private clinic. We had our own private room, and better yet, the bed was big enough for three, so the happy new family was able to spend their first night together.

Oh dear. Nodding off ag…… zzz.

The calender said 29.11.2008, but I knew better than that. It was genesis, and we now live in the year zero. What was before genesis? I have no idea…

Life has a new center of gravity, around which everything revolves. I’m not metaphoric here; it feels as though the map of the universe is taking new shape. The planets are creaking, the stars are burning, can’t you hear it, can’t you see it?!

It is funny that something only 49 centimeters tall and 3.36 kilograms small can throw your whole world upside down, inside out, and every which way. Here she is, real as can be, clothes mix-matched and one glove missing, wonderfully illustrating the utter orbit of my mind.

The parents, us, pappa Andy and mamma Madli, we are so happy, so proud, so happy and proud to be this lucky. Our baby daughter is a treasure of impossible measure.

Frankly, I get annoyed by the futile attempts of the English language to convey the feeling you get when your firstborn wraps her tiny fist around your finger. There is not a word on the market that I will buy for that. My brain just comes apart at its seams.

Speaking of no words… the first time I held her in my arms, she suddenly opened both her blue eyes. She tried to focus despite the horrible brightness, and found me staring right back. Our eyes met in the middle.

You don’t have to die to go to heaven. I never felt so significant in my whole life.