He’s here! My very first nephew:
Jack Gabriel, born July 3rd – on my mom’s birthday, no less – 7 lbs., 14 oz., 20 1/4 inches long.
A much better name than what they had been considering.
He’s a handsome little guy, isn’t he? When he sleeps, he looks exactly like my sister. Exactly. (heh, heh, heh… little family joke…)
Between my brownie disaster and the arrival of Jack, this has been a “memorable birthday” for my mom!
Let the teasing begin: On the way to the hospital, we passed:
And I said, “Look! Jack in the Box!”
“Jack out of the Box,” The Professor corrected.
It’s true. Jack is, in fact, out of the box. AFTER 37 HOURS OF BACK LABOR, KIDDO.
Let’s not forget:
We watched The Incredibles Sunday evening, and my sister went into labor early Monday morning.
Coincidence? I think not.
Regarding familial teasing: Jack had better get tough or die. Just like the boy named Sue.
Sometimes, when we (and by we, I mean, I) get excited, both my good qualities and my bad qualities rise to the surface. And my sister having a new baby brings all my well-meaning bossiness to the forefront.
My sister, God bless her, lets whatever I say/volunteer/push/advise roll right off her back. But it bugs me that I do it.
I felt the urge to advise well up when she went into labor. I felt it welling up when I saw the baby. I felt it welling up when they arrived back home.
And… I might have said a few things that might have been construed as telling her and everyone else what to do. Might have.
And… I might have been called on it. Might have.
Being Oldest Child Bossypants is my least favorite character trait. I wish it away with all my heart. Any tips for holding one’s tongue in these situations?
My perfectionist self was grumpy today about not being perfect (I am an abject failure! I am an abject failure!) and decided I needed to get busy so that I could get better. I gathered my writing materials, drove to my favorite coffee shop, hesitated for a moment about whether to go there or to their competitor across the street, decided against it, walked in, and…
Guess who was working behind the counter? My favorite French tutor! The one whose help with French gave me a lesson in overcoming perfectionism!
Funny how Providence works.
Enough from me. Go visit Jen for more Quick Takes!