The Shocking Truth

Despite his adorable rolls of baby fat and his extremely endearing infant face, Everett proved himself to be deceptively rugged, even as a new-born. Upon the strong recommendations of his older sister, Everett’s parents purchased a wet-wipe warmer for him as well. It soon became clear however, that while the comfort of heated washcloths on his bottom was not unappreciated, he had the constitution to endure far more primitive conditions when called upon to do so. In a pinch, when the warmer was unplugged, or ran out of wipes, Everett withstood what could be described as artic washcloths containing water straight from the faucet with only an initial fortifying gasp.

Treasure, Talent, and Timing

Even extremely early on, Everett had the knack of making anyone in his presence happier. Before most babies even crack their first smile, he was a master at waiting for just the right opportunity—the moment when anyone’s full attention was engaged on him. Just at that precise instant, he would let loose a series of the most enormous grins. His smiles were not half-hearted in the least. When Everett broke out in his toothless grin, his eyes squinted into two little half moons and his ample cheeks creased merrily.

Close One

During Everett’s eighth week, his mommy sat by and watched gratefully as his daddy took a turn at changing a diaper. Probably just to see the looks on both of their faces, Everett waited until the old diaper had been discarded and then let loose an enormous flatulation. Predictably, both parents froze in a second of sheer panic and then scrambled wildly to finish the job of rediapering. “That’s a sound that will make your blood run cold,” Everett’s daddy commented as the two congratulated themselves on a successful, mess-free operation.

Hangin' Out

Everett started to take charge of his own life very early on. During the first six weeks of his stay with his new family, it was clear he enjoyed being held but had little input as to whether or not this happened. In the seventh week though, he found that any one of the curly, brown things growing from the top of his mommy’s head were perfect handholds and could very successfully prolong his time in mommy’s arms.