Baby Jack is almost 10 weeks old.
He is beginning to have quite the personality. He giggles and coos. He smiles with his whole face.
He definitely is a morning boy and sometimes he comes into bed with us so his mommy can take a shower before the day begins.
There is absolutely nothing better than baby giggles in the morning.
Infants are cute.
But they cry.
And most of the time they want their mommy.
It’s hard to watch as the Dads and Granddads go to work all day and when they come home it’s the baby’s fussy time
We sometimes eat in shifts so that whoever gets done first, holds the baby.
Mostly it’s been me or his Mommy because it’s hard to handle a screaming infant. But lately he’s been a little easier and his Pops has gotten to spend some quality time.
Be still my heart as I watch my husband of 32 years, the daddy to my children, rock his grandson on the porch. He doesn’t know I’m watching out the window. I see him smile and make baby faces at this beautiful and loved child.
When our babies were small, he worked so hard to keep a roof over our heads and food in our stomachs that special times were sometimes infrequent. Firefighters work 24 hour shifts and most have to work a job on their off-shift days too. It was the life we chose and I wouldn’t have changed it. However it left little time for Daddy to spend with his littles.
So as I watch this gentle man, rock and sing to his grand baby, I melt just a little. Jack is one very special little boy to have a Pops that loves him to the moon and back.
I have already been told that there will be a playhouse in the back yard for “boys only” and just wait until you see his upcoming fire truck bed 🚒.