Baby Acne

Sometimes a macro lens is a cruel, cruel thing:


My sweet, innocent, cute little baby is plagued with the worst baby acne I've ever encountered. The photos don't really do it justice as his face lights up like a Christmas tree whenever he cries. It's baaaaad. The fact that there is absolutely nothing I can do about it makes it worse. Somehow, if I could smear some sort of ointment on him or change my diet or build an altar in my backyard and sacrifice half my yarn stash to some nameless dermatological-fibre-loving deity I'd feel better.

He looks better at a bit of a distance. See:

However, I have a much closer view of him most of the time. I may even be a little obsessed with deciding if it is better or worse than it was yesterday or the day before or even three minutes ago when I last examined him. I know it will go away eventually and he'll be just as smooth and unspoiled as he was when he was four days old. I should just let it goooo, be all zen about it. But I can't. Just can't. Must. Obsess. Gotta go...