October 5th, 2005

The truth is, he makes us shriek with joy.

Where to begin? The silence of the last three months has not been for lack of things to talk about. On the contrary, our world is so new, and we’ve been busy drinking it down like frat boys on a Thursday night. So smooth, so sweet, so loud!

All the well-meaning people who have looked into my bloodshot eyes and told me that “It gets easier” were, quite frankly, lying. They might better have said, “Don’t worry, the worries you have right now will become different worries in a couple of weeks.” The bean keeps us on our toes alright.

Andy’s mom had great words of wisdom for me (passed down from her own mom, I believe): “The traits you most want your children to have when they grow up,” she said, “are the hardest ones to live with.” Jack knows what he wants and screams until he gets it. And even when he gets it, he’ll often continue to scream because, hey, it just didn’t get to him quick enough. That, my friends, is quite admirable in my book. You’ve got to applaud that drive, that spirit, that feist! Take that, calm little girl at daycare who coos sweetly in her crib for hours on end! Jack doesn’t have time for such leisure! He’s got concerns, people! Needs! Delayed gratification is for the commoner! I get him. And, therefore, I support his Campaign for World Domination. It’s what keeps him up at night, really, all his plans for a massive takeover of the planet, starting with his parents.

Jack is four months old now. In just the last two weeks he has had so many “firsts”: first belly laugh, first roll-over, first trip to South Dakota and to Tucson, first immunization shots. First finding of the hands (holy crap they have fingers!) and feet. He’s got this big gummy smile that lights up his whole entire face. It prevents me from doing some pretty important oral exams reading, this smile.

Sometimes he’ll wake up from a nap in a really cranky mood. We put Elvis’s “You Ain’t Nothin’ But a Hound Dog” on the stereo, and he is instantly beaming with delight. Everybody needs a little “Hound Dog” now and then, Jack has taught me. Go on, give it a try when you’re grumpy. It works like a charm.

I can imagine that my dear friends must be getting tired of hearing me go on and on about my babe, but in truth, he’s all I really care to think about right now. I honestly didn’t think it would be this good, having him around. One of my favorite parts of the day is after he is put down to sleep at night. Andy pours me a glass of wine, we sit on the couch to unwind, we gaze into each other’s eyes and smile because we know that we are thinking the same thing: If only Jack were cuddled up with us right now instead of asleep in his crib, then the moment would be absolutely perfect.

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Posted by: Sarah on October 5th, 2005
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