The baby smells like popcorn. Weird. My stepmother, a.k.a. The Queen of Darkness, and my father descended upon us today two hours after they said they would arrive. I literally felt ill watching her with my son and I vowed to never again allow her near him. It was quite a contrast having my dad and Juliette over compared with last night's amusement with Grandpa Dave and Grandma Sus. Last night over sushi we joked about Jude dreaming of "ten thousand virgins" from his past life as a Muslim prince. Then, the grandparents half-kiddingly fought over who would get to hold him! Tonight, tension clouded the air and no laughing took place. My dad barely acknowledged the baby, his grandson, as Juliette helped herself to food in my kitchen. Luckily Matt come home shortly after before I could explode and kick her out. They didn't even bring a single gift! From other people I would never expect anything, but my dad is Jude's biological grandfather...
On the upside, my Grandma June is currently on her way to our house from Las Vegas. She took care of me and my brothers after my mom died so we've always maintained a special bond.
Jude smiled at Matt not too long ago and we're convinced he's going to be a genius since he's so alert and interested in his surroundings when he isn't gulping down milk.