Generation gap

I think one of my favorite things about babies is how they can be totally unimpressed with the most exciting of circumstances. (Meeting your great-grandmother for the first time, for instance.) Try as we might, there was no getting a two-month-old to smile on command for a family portrait. We even did the whole tickle-under-the-chin-baby-talk thing. Nothing.

So far, we seem to be a lot more impressed with him than he is with us.

In spite of Jacob's lack of cooperation, his great grandmother loved getting to hold him for the first time. He's not quite the lightweight he was when he was born, and she was as confused as the rest of us about how this brown-eyed, dark-haired, olive-skinned boy fits in with his blue-eyed, blonde-haired siblings.

After their meeting, my grandmother declared that Jacob is one of the most beautiful babies she's ever seen. She has decades of experience with babies. I'd say there's much wisdom in her assessment of her newest great-grandson.