(A) Minnesota is cold.
(B) Babies are hard.
I have photographic proof.
Here's Jarrod getting down with my brother-in-law's snow blower:
It was one of those moments where I was so thankful I'm the girl in the relationship. Because while Jarrod was out fighting the snow, I was indoors with a sleeping baby and a good book.* Yay me!
But there's no need to feel pity for my husband. It evened out in the end because, of course, Jack Jack did NOT sleep the whole trip. No.
And fed and fed and fed and fed and fed until Aunt Stephanie was temped to hook him up to a milk IV and prop his tush over the toilet bowl. I took all of the night shifts so everyone else could sleep, in particular, my poor sister. And let me say, night shifts with my novel? Exhausting but awesome. Night shifts with a baby? Exhausting but NOT awesome.
Here is (Headless) Jack Jack in (Headless) Uncle Jarrod's lap, doing what he does best:
What he does best? Really what he does only.
It's a good thing Jack Jack is so sweet and beautiful and funny. (Oh, come on. Those piggy snortling noises and farts are funny.) I am a very lucky aunt!
For the sweetness. Not the farting.
So while I was away, Gretchen posted a link to this TRULY GREAT website, The Hero Factory. Create your own superhero! Yippee!! Here I am:
Love it! Though . . . the name was computer-generated, not my own. The Pure Flying Bulls Eye? Does that mean I'm not getting it on with the other superheroes? Because I am all about the romantic tension, people. And if I'm not kissing The Impure Flying Devil Boy, then it's time to rethink my angel wings.
Also, I gotta say, my weapon is clashing with my costume. What's up with that? I should probably just learn kung fu.
Let me know if you make your own superhero! (I'm totally looking at YOU, Jimbo.)
*I read several books with Jack Jack in my lap, but my favorite was Susan Juby's Getting the Girl: A Guide to Private Investigation, Surveillance, and Cookery, because of lines like this:
"Edna snorted, which made her sound like a bear in a garbage dump."
"How's the love life? You dating anyone?"
"Mom," I said, because for God's sake.
I enjoy all of Juby's work -- she has a strong, original voice -- but I LOVED this one. It's about a short, geeky freshman named Sherman Mack (who has a hilarious burlesque dancing mother) who decides to solve the mystery of his high school's cruelest tradition: Who is D-listing the girls? Who selects the girls, and why are they turning them into near-invisible social pariahs?
Here's hoping Sherman gets his own series, like Alice.