The Ladies' Man

It's a lady baby!

Jonathan is a smooth operator. Cara, who will soon be spending days with him and our nanny, has been coming over a lot this past week as we interview candidates. She's very cute and smiles a lot. Initially, Jonathan played it cool and aloof. We would bring out toys for them to play with and he would be engrossed in them instead. On Saturday, however, we put them both on the playmat. Cara looked up at all the grownups and batted her eyes, then starting cooing at Jonathan. I flipped him over onto his tummy so he could get a better look at her. She waved and her hand went under his chin. That was too much temptation for Jonathan! He dropped his head and starting chewing her hand. He's a real gentleman, though - no evidence of teeth marks on Baby Cara. This should go well.

He also met Abby this weekend, who is only two days younger and so can definitely hold her own. They sat up facing each other with some toys between them. Abby leaned forward to take a closer look at the duckie, so Jonathan got a good view of the top of her head. Suddenly, fascination struck and his hands went up. He had a wonderful time patting her hair, and Abby didn't seem to mind too much.

I don't know how much longer he's going to be a chick magnet. He's making a new noise that is truly awful. It's sort of a raspberry, but it's done further back in the throat. It involves a lot of growling and spitting. We're ignoring him every time he does it in hopes he'll stop.

We had our first dip in the grownups' bathtub this morning. Jonathan sat on a nice blue towel and I ran in a few inches of warm water. He was enjoying the soap (he likes to chew on his hands after I soap them, but before I rinse them) and getting rinsed off with water poured from a cup. The new rubber duckie I bought from the fancy-schmancy toy store is a bit of a bust - it floats on its side and looks like it's dead. Anyway, all was well until a little rinse water caught him in the face. It startled him, so he kicked. That made a big splash, which startled him again. There was a lot of thrashing and water flying about for about thirty seconds; then I pulled him out of the tub and held him in the air. That cooled things down (literally) and once I put him back in, he was fine.

The duckie, however, was out for the count.