The Bodyguard

Ever since we brought Natesy home from the hospital, I’ve acquired yet another skill set, that of bodyguard.  People always ask, “How is Jake doing with the new baby?”

Yes, there have been the requisite swats and head bonks, but mostly, it’s like Nate is a high-powered magnet and Jake is a bag of nails.  Perhaps figuratively… more like literally.

From the moment Jacob gets up in the morning he wants to “See him, see him!”  (It doesn’t count as seeing him unless his nose is three inches from Nate’s nose.)  And he’s always asking, “Baby Nake drinking milk babas?  Again?”  Yes, again.  Babies always seem to be eating…

He likes to talk loudly and roar like a lion and then turn to me innocently, “Baby Nake wake-up?  Eyes open. Baby Nake wake-up!”  He is constantly imploring me to hold him, rock him, check him.  Though he is also quite the volunteer, “I check him.  I check him, Mama.”

I’d venture a guess that Nate gets about 5 times more kisses from his brother than the rest of us… we just have to constantly watch him because Jake will lay on top of the baby in order to smooch “My Baby Nake’s” face.  JJ thinks it’s super funny when little Natesy’s hands spastically hit his big brother face, “In da FACE!  Oh, in da ear.  Baby Nake, in da nose!”  I’m sure this will change over time…

One of my most favorites is when Jacob comes up to Nate as he’s cooing and blowing bubbles.  He takes his little finger and gently tickles his belly and says, “Hey You.  Baby Nake smiling.”

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