I was so wrapped up in vomitpalooza the other day that I didn’t think to add this.
The friends we visited over the 4th of July have an itty bitty baby. She’s utterly adorable, with long skinny feet and perfect hands and the funniest little mouth. She’s about 6 weeks old, I think. Her proud parents did the “pass the baby around” thing, as new parents are wont to do, and Nesko held her.
Niko pretty much flipped out.
He ran over and started pawing at Nesko’s knees and reaching up for him, making smacking motions at the infant. At very first, we thought he wanted to check out the baby. No, he did not want to check out the baby. He wanted to throw the baby out the window. He was mad jellus, y’all.
Nesko handed baby Lilly off to someone else and picked Niko up for some cuddles, but Niko quickly lost interest in him and wanted to get back to the Stairs Of Danger across the room (they are remodeling the house, the stairs had carpet pulled up and have some tacks and staples that keep turning up even though the steps have been swept and cleaned a bunch of times, plus they are kind of splintery, and just in general they are not fit for a baby toddler). I guess if we ever want his attention we just need to start toting around an infant and he will come running all green-eyed and terrified.
And then he will mark his territory or something.
