Back on our Feet

Thanks for the well wishes after the previous post.

B. went through the same lethargy as G. had. For him it was several days after the stomach symptoms. Because he's not as communicative to start with, it wasn't as dramatic a change. It is a real relief to have everybody up and being as demanding as ever (a pain in the neck, but still a relief).

Great new development: sometime in the last few weeks, B. has learned to raise his arms when he wants to be picked up, which I find completely irresistable. It's interesting how those social milestones still happen, but so delayed (he's 27 months old now).

G. is trying so hard to talk! Except for waffle, he hasn't added any words recently, but he will walk up to me, stomp his foot, yell out one syllable, and slap his thighs with his hands. I'm not sure if he has a word in his mind, or if it's a more general dissatisfaction he wants to express.

I went to my first Chuck E Cheese birthday party today. Ye gods! I'm not someone who thrives in an atmosphere of a lot of flashing lights and noise. I'd say J. dealt with it well (his first birthday party that didn't eventually dissolve into tired tears), but he did spend almost all of his tokens riding on a Telletubby ride that was intended for the really little kids. He looked so blissful that I didn't try too hard to get him interested in the flashier activities.

Last night we watched "Walk the Line", about Johnny Cash and June Carter. I'd give it three out of five stars. Reese Witherspoon didn't work for me in that role, although I've liked her in other things.