Before Jude came, I had very little experience with babies. I remember holding babies a few times. I remember that the babies would cry and I would have to pass them back to their moms. I remember thinking how fun it would be to be the mom that the baby was passed back to. My little Jude is helping me fulfill this fantasy. The little guy has bouts of separation anxiety. Even when I pass him to Andy, he will often cry. When I take him back, he is fine. Maybe it’s bad to admit, but I do get some satisfaction from this because it demonstrates that Jude prefers being with me over others. That’s my boy!