Anyway, this morning I had a chance to see her up close for the first time since the day she was born. It's clear that she's gotten bigger and still looks pretty much like what I recall. While I was able to beg off from holding her that time around, this time I more or less had the baby shoved into my arms at one point. Frankly, I was just hoping that she didn't start screaming. I'm pretty certain she didn't like the look of me right off the bat. Her brows scrunched together almost immediately and the scrutiny didn't seem to be all that positive. She held off on wailing though and began an in-depth examination of the ceiling. I'm not sure exactly what was all that interesting about it, but she seemed to be enraptured by it. I spent most of that time gibbering at her, mostly just requesting she not scream or do anything unpleasant. Luckily, I was able to pass her on soon after and everyone else took their turn at fussing with her.
I spent some time talking with Connie about some of the points of friction that have popped up lately between Jeff and our mom. Mom's been heading down there to help out with the kid and it hasn't been a wholey positive experience. Jeff dosen't quite like the intrusion and some of that has leaked on down to the point where everyone is aware of it. That's causing some amount of bitter feelings on all sides enough so that my mom is about set to declare the start of a generations-long cold war. As for his part, Jeff hasn't exactly been all that hands on in helping out with the kid from what I'm hearing. He's certainly not picking up the slack if they were without the help and Connie's sort of stuck in the middle. Overall, I think it's just a complete culture clash. From my mom's perspective, he should be grateful that she's willing to trek down there to help with the kid. From his perspective, they're invading his space and he'd rather they weren't there. It's the sort of thing that's likely to cause hard feelings for years to come. We're a family that holds grudges.