Two things today: 1) Jasper looks ridiculously cute when I'm getting ready to leave for work in the morning; and 2) I think he's going to love it when he gets to start eating. Oh, and a third, he's a little flirt!
This morning, like every weekday, I got up at seven to do all of my morning ablutions - shave, shower, iron, make coffee, play with cats, etc. Usually, I'm very good at getting up and out the door on time. The other day my co-worker asked me to be late. She said, "Your constant punctuality makes the rest of us uncomfortable." Recently, Jasper has been doing his best to ease your pain, Nicki. So far I have yet to be late, but I feel the day coming.
His tactic is very simple: he lies in bed, curled up with his Mama, looking unbelievably cute. Thus, he ensnares me, and I have to stand there staring at him with what is probably the most silly-looking grin on my face. If he had cohorts, I'd think he was trying to pick my pocket. I'll have to take a picture, otherwise no one will believe how cute he is. The cuteness sometimes doubles when he and Amelia strike the same sleep-pose and look like synchronized swimmers. They both have this way of tilting their heads up, arching their backs a little; and throwing their arms above their heads. It kills me.
Point, the second: Jasper loves to watch us eat. Instead of walking for take-out tonight, we made a very un-glamorous Trader Joe's pizza. Dessert was strawberries with milk (yum!). J sat in his bouncy seat (another indispensable gift) and entertained himself for most of dinner. When he asked for more attention I picked him up and sat him on my knee while we finished. At that point, I think he forgot that Amelia and I were even there. The only thing in his world was the food going from our plates to our mouths. I think he might have even drooled a little.
What does this mean? Is he ready to start eating something other than breastmilk? Is he going to be the next Thomas Keller? (Yes, I get carried away. But it's possible.) The thought of feeding him is simultaneously fun and daunting. So far, I've given him all of two bottles, the rest has been all Amelia. Well, the bottles were all Amelia, too, but I claim credit for getting that milk into the baby. Feeding him with a spoon seems like a giant leap forward, and I'm still trying to wrap my brain around it. Books, here I come!
Lastly, the flirting. Amelia told me that he likes to smile at girls in line behind them when they're at the store, but I had yet to witness it. Tonight, our cat-sitter came over for a tour before our trip, and as soon as Jasper saw her, he gave her the flirtiest little grin! Maybe it was because I had just "flown" him in from the other room, but I like to think it's because he's a baby Casanova.
Buenos noches!
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