Baby bliss

Two of my former coworkers had babies while I was traveling. It was torture to hear about the babies, see their adorable pictures but not be able to hold them. Growing up, my mom and I were the baby hogs of the family, sneaking off into another room so we could have one of my cousins to ourselves. My youngest cousin is now in seventh grade, so I’ve been suffering baby withdrawal for a very long time. I was finally able to meet the little ones this week. It was even more wonderful than I expected.

On Monday, I met Maxwell Theodore. He wasn’t even two weeks old. I was kind of afraid of hurting him since it’s been so long since I’ve held a newborn. He was so light and little and moved his arms around in funny positions. I also finally learned what this “Boppy” thing was. I am now a fan.

(What I’m thinking: “I wonder if your parents will notice if I run away with you…”)

On Friday, I met my name twin, Jack William. He’s a little older than a month and was really alert. I like to think he was recognizing me after hearing my voice nearly every day for six months.

(left: An undeniable connection. right: Raising the roof.)

I loved all the little noises Jack made while he wiggled around. I can’t be for certain, but I’m pretty sure he asked me to be his best friend and mentioned that he wants me to come over and play a lot. Our first order of business will be choreographing dance moves to one of his favorite songs, “Party in the USA” by Miley Cyrus.