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

Dear Jack ... (volume two)

Wednesday March 29, 2006 | by Dalia Griffith | 0 comments

We’re into your seventh week, and it seems your fussy period has subsided ever so slightly. You still freak out, but it’s not as often and it’s generally because of something tangible: hunger, exhaustion, crap in the trap. Whereas last week, you were like an old drunk staggering between intense joy and inconsolable rage, while we ran around in circles trying to apply logic to everything. Especially your Dad, he’s all about the logic.

You also have this uncanny habit of FINALLY falling asleep … about five minutes before I have to wake you up for something. Usually, it’s to get you strapped in your car seat for a trip into town. And since you hate your car seat even on a good day, your disgust reaches monolithic proportions in these wake-and-run situations.

On a good note, though, you’ve decided that your Grandpa (Milby) is one of your favorite people on earth. Just his arrival in your line of sight is enough to draw out a big, robust smile that the rest of us have to jump through hoops to get. Just wait until you’re old enough to have a conversation with the man: he’s a fascinating guy. And he adores you.