Jesse doesn’t hold many babies. (I can count on one hand the number of babies I’ve seen him hold. One.)
It’s not that he doesn’t like babies. He just doesn’t have much experience with them, and therefore resists holding them. To him, they seem fragile and unpredictable. When babies become toddlers, he becomes the “fun one,” the jungle gym as it were. He’ll let S. climb all over him, and it’s pretty adorable.
Babies, though, he usually observes from a distance.
The other night, the Kings were over for dinner and the premier of American Idol, and I wanted Jesse to hold Baby D, the cuddliest, sweetest little boy there ever was. I figured, if we’re going to have kids in the next decade or so (don’t hold your breath), we should start getting Jesse a little more used to the “under-three” variety of children.
So, though he protested a bit (not as much as I expected, mind you), Jesse agreed to hold Baby D for a while but made me promise to take him back as soon as the baby started crying, which Jesse was convinced would happen before too long.
Two minutes later, we look over and see this:
The baby fell asleep! In no time flat! No crying, no fussing, no squirming. How many times has this child fallen asleep in my lap? Zero. Jesse has him for a few minutes–out. We all laughed.
The two of them stayed that way the rest of the episode. It was so freaking adorable, I could hardly stand it. Baby D really is the cuddliest baby ever.
