Smitten

It is 5:45 in the morning. D went to sleep at 8:15pm last night, and slept all the way through till 4:30 today. After feeding him I put him back down, thinking he'd go back to sleep for another couple hours, only to find his eyes wide open, and he then smiled and started kicking his legs as if to say, "Mornin', mom!! So! What's on tap for today?"

So we came downstairs to play. And I had to laugh when I set him down on his playmat and he started again kicking his legs so furiously with excitement. I got myself some breakfast and sat down at the table to check email, figuring he was in a pretty good mood and possibly able to play by himself for a bit. I looked back over my shoulder at him and noticed him playing with his toys-- I've been wondering when he'd realy start reaching out to try to grab things, as till recently he's been way too busy chewing on his hands still to really do much else with them. Occasionally I've seen him reach out and grab the purple elephant hanging from the playmat gym thingie, but just now he had both arms straight out, almost zombie-like, batting at 2 toys hanging right above and in front of him, occasionally closing his hands on them to grasp them. He then would pull his legs up and grab onto his toes, another new trick.

It's funny how such small gestures can render me so proud. =)

And now, he's dozed off to sleep. Amazing, I know. I laid next to him on the floor as he played a bit, and then watched as his body seemed to kinda relax, and then his eyes get droopy, and then just drift off to sleep.

He is so, so beautiful. I keep thinking that over and over lately, amazed at what an amazing creature he is. And I can't wait to share him with all the people I love back home, and see that same look in their eyes as I have, when we look upon him with wonder and awe.