We had the bassinet for her right next to dad's chair. A lot of the time there were people looking in at the baby. It seemed like forever that Jack was in the bassinet. Ms. Neusom was with us and all I can remember is being smacked for trying to touch the baby. I thought I was so grown up at 3.
But my favorite memory of that little face was how she was so picky about people looking in at her in the bassinet. She cried at certain people and not at others. I did so want to spank her myself, at 3 for being so cranky. The ones like Fr. Jerry and Uncle Barry that looked in at the baby and got cried at, I felt bad for. We loved Jackie so much that we wanted to play with her. It just seemed to take too much time for her to get to be played with. When she did get big enough to play with us, she whomped us all. The most competitive of the bunch of us was clear when she ditched crocheting with us to run around Flushing Meadow with Dad, one day. I just want to smooch that little face for the good times that we had and now I would be allowed to hold her and I was smacked for trying to hold her the last time that sweet face came around. ;)
