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Spawn of Griffith | Dear Jack ... (volume eight)

Dear Jack ... (volume eight)

Wednesday July 5, 2006 | by Dalia Griffith | 0 comments

Well, I’ve gone back to “Dear Jack” because the “creative” titles blended into the other posts, and it took forever to single them out. But do you really care? I’m sure not, but I felt obligated to explain anyway.

By the time you can read and process these entries, you’ll have undoubtedly noticed that Mom is an over-explainer. A rambler. And while I’d love to cite my love of words as the driving force, I’m sure it’s something much less noble. (Like a deep-seated fear of not being understood.) But we all have our insecurities, and at least this one doesn’t compel me to chase your Dad around the room with a not-so-blunt object. Yet.

Currently, you’re almost five months old, and your teeth are making themselves known by way of regular pain and suffering. Luckily, said trauma isn’t a constant, but when it happens, you’re inconsolable. And watching you like that—wondering why holding you isn’t working like it should—really breaks my heart. Here I am, staring in dumb empathy at your red, contorted face, and all I can do is assure you the pain will pass soon. Which doesn’t mean squat at the time.

However, the kiddie Tylenol and Motrin two-punch assault—hours apart, of course—does help a lot, but the baby Orajel has thus far been a bust. Because at this point, I haven’t been able to actually apply the gel to your gums, as your thrashing and screaming trips me up until I inadvertently smear the stuff all over your lips, tongue and pretty much everywhere but the intended target. Which makes your lips, tongue and everywhere but the intended target go all tingly and numb—not a good thing.

On a more positive note, your personality has blossomed, and all who meet you comment on how happy and mellow you are. And how easily you cruise through outings with friends and family without any meltdowns. Those of us in your inner circle realized a while ago that food and sleep (generally in that order) are all you need to stay smiling, no matter what’s happening. But if either of those variables—ESPECIALLY the food—are missing, you start screaming until your needs are met.

The most important point here is that we adore you. So much it’s startling. You’re outgoing, adventurous, fearless, focused and incredibly happy. And we can’t wait to see what you’ll do next …