2005.09.04 - truman: my good son-
Sure, it's easy to be the good one when you're too young to say "NO!" or "I am not going to DO THAT!" or his most recent, "Dannit!" (oops). But Truman doesn't take the easy way out, no, he's a brilliant baby.
My theory has become this: Truman had two routes to go as child #2. Either he could be wildly fussy, colicky, a screamer, forcing me to pay attention to him, or go crazy; or he could be unethically cute, happy, good, impossible to resist. Never before has a baby received so many kisses and exclamations over his cuteness.
Truman's goodness, in stark contrast to his brother's impossibility, makes me wonder: will he always be so good? Will he always have such a happy, cheerful, giggling temperament? Will he always make me smile or will (sometimes) I decide he, too, is an impossible son?
The verdict is out, at least for the next 30-some months. But the general consensus is that he is unstoppably good, that I will always have Truman, the good son.
truman blowing bubbles