When Ruby was born, March 4, 2005, the minute she started breathing, she cried. I heard it, Jake heard it, the nurses, the doctors, even Jake's parents in the waiting room heard her cry. I soothed her, expecting things to be easy like they were with Grace. As Jake puts it now, "She started crying when she was born and she didn't stop for a year". She did have a lot of smiles, coos, and pretty baby smells for us, but there were so many dark, dark times of endless crying and a strong Mother preference (or female, for that matter).
Now, our Dubes is lovingly referred to as the "nut" of the family. She is such a riot, and runs around with her head and chest out and her legs following desperately. Here are a few things we've learned about our Rubygirl over the years:
She likes broccoli and hates yogurt.
She has a husky voice.
She gets mad at toys, while playing alone, for not doing what she 'says'.
She has urine issues.
She makes you work really hard to get on her good side, unless forced by her mother.
She is the best snuggler I know.
She is disorderly.
She loves making messes, they create some sort of blind freedom in her mind.
She disdains little boys her age, and tends to use violence toward them.
She is very daring.
She doesn't mind getting in trouble, in fact, she usually thinks it's funny.
I can't believe I spent my entire life up to three years ago NOT knowing Ruby. I was really missing out. For her birthday, we went to Chuck E. Cheese and played, and then to Nana's house for some presents and birthday cake. I heard her aunt remark that Ruby was the nicest she's ever been during the present opening.. I guess niceness has to be given out small doses. When it counts the most.