Should Have Knocked on Wood…

…when I titled that last post, “R & R.”


I’m on baby duty tonight. Preston is so soft and round. He’s got a double chin and dimples. He’s quite a lovely child. And, yet…so stressful.

It just goes to figure that Adell would bear a child who doesn’t know what to do with his hands; so he has to be wrapped up tightly all the time. Swaddled, they call it. Otherwise he smacks himself in the face. And sometimes at night he cries just to cry. Not hungry, not stinky, not anything but just…kind of belligerent. Of course babies can’t really be belligerent, because that would mean they could feel spite, and I won’t believe that he’s spiteful. I think he just doesn’t quite know–well, anything. Yet.

Anyway, Preston doesn’t like me as much as he likes his Grandma. But that’s okay. I wasn’t expecting him to love me straight off the bat, like I did him.

It’s strange, that. I can spend lots of time meeting new people at church, or school, or anywhere, and maybe–maybe–a fourth of them I end up loving. But this little guy? Absolute, unconditional love. Immediately. Most strangers I meet don’t poop their pants; Preston does. Most strangers don’t totally ignore me when I’m talking to them; Preston does. Most strangers don’t scream in my ear for extended periods of time; Preston definitely does. But despite his unfortunate quirks, I feel like there’s nothing this boy could ever do to make me love him any less. Weird.

Must be because he doesn’t have any cats.

He’s sleeping now. I wish I could, too. But every noise he makes draws my attention. I’m afraid he’s going to choke on his spit-up, or turn his head the wrong way and not be able to lift it and then he’ll suffocate. He’s stressing me out.

Which is why being Auntie ‘Mille is far superior to being “Mommy.” In my {ahem} humble opinion.

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6 Responses to Should Have Knocked on Wood…

  1. Mikelle says:

    Glad to see you are getting to spend time with Preston. I haven’t seen him since he was a couple of days old, so I’m sure he’s grown a lot since then. And I’m sure Adell is grteful you are helping her out…newborns can be tough, especially when they cry for no reason (believe me, I know!).
    How long are you in Mesa for?

  2. Jami says:

    watching babies stresses me out too! I wake up to every sound that graces makes because I am affraid that she is dying or something!

  3. Geneva says:

    I think that second pic should be a mountain dew ad

  4. Anonymous says:

    I’m sure he is a cutie. I’d be all over purchasing clothing and toys for him. But dealing with a crying baby is where I draw the line. They NEVER like me! ~A

  5. lindser-lou says:

    ohhh, he is cute! even Chelsie would like him….
    but i dont understand…is Clint a big Mtn Dew fan? or did your sister crave it like mad when she was preggers??? I feel so out of the loop!

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