My brother is really going for the title of "Uncle of the Year". While at my parents house on Saturday, my mom & I were doing a few things upstairs & left Nate in charge of Jake downstairs on the couch. In the 15 minutes that we were gone, these were the frantic cries for help that were heard from Uncle Nate:
Nate: EMMY!!!! (screamed really loudly like something terrible had happened, so I go flying down the stairs)
Me: What?? (when I see that nothing is visibly wrong)
Nate: He's trying to eat his feet, is that ok?
Me: um...yes, it's fine.
*a few minutes later*
Me: What now?
Nate: He keeps kicking his legs, what's wrong with him?
Me: nothing is wrong with him, he just likes to do that.
Nate: Oh, ok...will you take him anyway?
And the best one wasn't a conversation, more of a frantic plea....Jake proceeded to spit up on Nate (it wasn't even that much, he should see what it looks like sometimes!) and Nate began to yell "Take him! Take him! Emmy, stop laughing & take him, he just threw up on me!!!"
Welcome to Unclehood, Nate :) I can't make fun too much though; for having never been around babies, Nate does a fabulous job of holding Jake & being a wonderful uncle to him (just don't ask him change a diaper...or handle spit up, apparently....)
Just for fun, here is a picture of the first time that Nate got to hold Jake: