I've fooled you all!!

It's true. You all think I have the happiest, most beautiful child ever. This is partly true. He does have my devastatingly good looks.

Much to my dismay, however, he has his father's disposition. Read: He is not a happy-go-lucky baby; he's moody!

I know, I know, this is shocking! But it's true and I've decided, from this day forward, I will no longer make excuses for my son's (and I guess my husband's, too) somber, sullen affect. The kid is fussy ALL the time. And no, like I've led many of you to believe, it's not because he's tired, hungry, teething, sporting a double ear infection or upset by subprime-mortgage lending. No, he's fussy because that's who he is.

Don't get me wrong, he has moments where he shrieks with laughter, smiles ear to ear. But these aren't the norm. He will let you know on no uncertain terms that he will NOT be content to play on the floor with several toys, no matter how novel or noisy they may be. Nope. You must carry him around with you while you feed the dogs, make the bed, wash clothes or cook dinner (not that I cook dinner, but if I did, he'd need to be right there on my hip).

I have no doubt that, like Brian, this kid's going to be brilliant, suave, sensitive, charming, cool under pressure. I mean, Brian did pretty well for himself, especially in the wife department, considering his moodiness. It has to be said, however, that Brian's eyelashes have played a pivotal role on many occasions in helping me forget about being utterly exasperated with him. So, the question remains: Will Jacob batting his pretty eyelashes bode well for him as it does his dad? Will those long, thick, wispy hairs make me forget about the ache in my left bicep?

They already have. As it is with his dad, I am utterly enchanted by him, moodiness and all!