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Wednesday, December 9, 2009

"Where did we get this kid?"

Michael and I ask each other this all the time now. It has sort of become our little inside joke. It started one night during a 3am feeding. Perhaps Michael was slightly delirious for making the comment and I was slightly delirious for laughing as much as I did. These things happen when your peaceful dreams are constantly disturbed for 7 weeks straight.

It all began because Jude has crazy insane hair. Some of you have noticed. His pictures have garnered several comments of 'awesome'. Truly, his hair has a mind of it's own. It starts out curly after his bath. Diligently, we try to comb it down so it looks half way decent. Most of the time the front stays flat, but the back spikes up. Honestly, it reminds me of Kate Gosselin, but more manly of course.

However, this one lucky night, I was too lazy to brush his hair down. I figured, what the heck, it's just going to stand up anyway. Little did I know that it dries totally different if you don't brush it. It just stands up in one big poof. This particular night, Michael got home from work at 2ish. He didn't see Jude until the 3am feeding. When he took Jude from me to burp him, his first response was to laugh and say "Where did we get this kid? He looks like one of Diana Ross' back up singers!" I seriously lost it. He totally had the 60s/70s motown soul train poof going on. I still think about that and laugh to myself.

So now we have a parental joke. Anytime Jude does something weird such as spit up, fart and smile about it, or just have crazy hair, we ask ourselves "where did we get his kid." And we love him all the more for it. Who knew a 7 week old could be so entertaining?

These pics show the progression of a motown back up singer:


The hair comes out of the bath looking flat and normal....


Jude feels like a normal baby...


Then we try to towel dry it so he doesn't catch cold. It's been in the 30s and 40s during the day here after all...

His hair begins to curl and stand on end...


The fro grows...


And grows...


And it dries in a poof. Hello Supreme Baby...

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