My fat little babyis reaching upfor something brightthat dangles–bangles of lightand brilliantcolor.His elbowsare deeply dimpled,his cheeks areperfectly-proportioned for a million kisses.There has never beena rolypolier boy. One day he will have dreamsof being an astronautor a fireman.He may want to write a bookor play guitar like his dada. But right now,all he hopes foris this:that I…