Storybooks and Daddy's memories

In the last two weeks, Z has suddenly shown an interest in books with plots, not just reference manuals!  First was Go, Dog, Go!, which we read and read and read several times a day.  And this morning, when he woke earlier than either of his parents was really ready, he and I sat in his rocking chair and read The Very Hungry Caterpillar and Barnyard Dance (one of my favorites from my babysitting days).  He also wants to sit in our laps when we read -- so sweet!

After Daddy read my last post, he wanted to add two precious memories of Paris:  It was there that Z first started holding his head up on his own.  That meant he could look around, so he also started noticing the world around him.  He was transfixed by the windows at Notre Dame.

(Am I the only person who thinks that Caterpillar glorifies eating disorders?  My mother, who loves the counting in it, hates it when I say that.)

Today, Z "drove" a fire engine at the annual festival at OU's airport.  And when we were at our favorite playground in the afternoon, he ran up to me, unprompted, and gave me a giant hug.  He is happy and loving.  So far, so good.

6 weeks: The Right Start

Last night, a student group I advise hosted a benefit for OKC Youth United, a support group for GLBT youth in the metro. In particular, we helped fundraise for the alternative prom they're throwing later this month. We figure we got this kid off to the right start by taking it to a gay club and exposing it to drag queens and burlesque dancers. Got to start the open-mindedness early, right? Hopefully we'll be forgiven for the secondhand smoke I inhaled in the process.

Still no symptoms; I've never wished for vomiting more in my life!