I’ve been meaning to post about JQ, because he is delightful. But he is also pretty low-key. I don’t know if this is because he is more laid back than his sister or if it is because I am more laid back as a parent. Probably both.
At his two-month appointment, I forgot to bring wipes and ended up changing his diaper with damp paper towels. With my first kid, this would have embarrassed me, with JQ it’s just par for the course. This thanksgiving, he peed on his adorable little turkey pajamas and I spent at least two minutes trying to rationalize why I could just keep him in the outfit because “it wasn’t that wet.” Dave intervened, Jude was changed.
JQ is full of smiles and grins, mostly for his sister who likes to play “Captain Hook” and steal all of his toys and then point her finger at him and yell, “I CAPTAIN HOOK.” JQ thinks this is hilarious.
JQ was my easy pregnancy and my (comparatively) easy birth. He’s been a real champ so far, sleeping five hour stretches right out of the gate. In the hospital they were all, “Wake him up to feed him!” And I just rolled my eyes. It’s not my first rodeo, ladies. The baby sleeps! And he does sleep for the most part. Every once in a while, he will get it into his head that he wants to kill me and and wake up two or three times at night. But normally he’s a good sleeper, sleeping seven-hour stretches, waking to eat then sleeping another five. He fusses when he’s tired or hungry or someone hit him on the head with a princess crown. But I still get the feeling he’s a little disappointed in all of us. Sometimes I catch him looking at me like, “I’m bringing my A game to this baby thing and you can’t even put on pants? What is wrong with you?”
And sometimes, when things are rowdy and I’m chasing after a Ellis who is only in her underwear and something is smoking on the stove, JQ sits in his bouncy seat, sucks his thumb and ponders the scene as if he’s befuddled by the whole scenario. Like, How did I get here? I was sure I checked the “Only Child” box. Who does my mom think she’s fooling with those bangs?
More than once I’ve peeked in on him during nap time to see that he was awake, just lying there, staring at his mobile, sucking on his pacifier and pondering the mysteries of the universe, like why him? Why this family? And would it be so hard for mom to stop wearing leggings so much? I usually just back out of the room and leave him alone after all, it’s only a few more minutes before someone is crying because she can’t fit all of the headbands on her head and I’m screaming, “STOP YELLING YOU WILL WAKE UP THE BABY!”
He’ll let out a little squawk and I’ll go in and get him up. He smiles and that makes me think that Stockholm syndrome is finally settling in. And I hope so, because while we give him a lot to disapprove of, we’re so glad he’s here. Plus, he’s takes to tummy time like he is training for war, which worries me. And sometimes when his sister crooks her finger at him and yells, “I Captain Hook!” I see a glint in his eyes that lets me know, he’ll get us all back in due time.