Life with Jojo

"Hello. This is my brother, Jojo."
"Hee!"

"Please excuse his hair."
"Ha!"

We took Jojo to my sister's last weekend. Now, if you had asked me two weeks ago how Jojo compared to Chimpy at his age, I would have said Jojo was a much more serious baby. If I had said that, I would have been proven wrong last weekend. That kid was off the hook, he skipped his nap and spent the time gooing and cooing, making eye contact, grabbing and mimicking. It made K and I feel bad because we suddenly realized how little attention we had been giving him. Just a couple hours of uninterrupted attention and the kid passes a month worth of milestones. We figure we'll go there again this weekend, maybe he'll pick up Spanish.

mimicking

smiling

attention grabbing



Jojo does tend to be a more serious kid, though. He doesn't fuss much, but when he does it is more of a yell than a cry and his demands are very specific. Smiles from him aren't exactly hard-won, but they are rarer than Chimpy's were. He loves his sister and reacts to Chimpy's presence with wide eyes and attempts at talking. When he fusses, she manages to calm him down, which is a strange thing because this comic pretty much sums up their relationship:

Peanuts. March 8, 1953.


The change in the weather has brought to mind that K's is in the last third of her maternity leave. Things are always bittersweet this time of year, but right now she's enjoying her days with her little man.