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Hi, my name is Claire, and I'm a Jacob-aholic.

(Hi, Claire.)

I have a serious problem. I am in deep, all-consuming, drunken love with my baby. He is so gigantic that he throws out my back, but I can't put him down because his hair is so silky-soft on my cheeks and he's so warm and he gently closes his fist around my hair to hold on just like his monkey brother used to do. If I kiss his velvety, squooshy cheeks, he smiles. If I kiss his soft little tummy, he ah-goos and then smiles. Like this.



In the past two days, each of his enormous, jewellike blue eyes have become larger than his mouth, like he must be some kind of anime critter. I found out I can make him do a special baby trick, and I save it for when Isaac's napping so as not to be distracted. If I make baby sounds at Jacob, his eyes become even larger, if that's possible, and focus on me with an unbridled rapture; he vigorously stomps some invisible grapes with his silky feet; he opens and closes his mouth, like trying to rev up an engine; and he'll coo, ah-goo, mmm-buh, bbbbbppprrr-AH! right back at me, trying to echo what I've just said, like we're having a conversation. When he's in a good mood (i.e., rested and fed), he can do this for literally a half-hour, and I can't think of anything else, ever, that I'd rather do right now. Well, maybe playing hide-and-seek with Isaac, but my secret alone-time with Jacob, where he, my baby who is only two months old, TALKS to me... it's a powerful drug, that "falling in love" business.