So I can inhale no germs. I'll be that crazy lady. I'M SICK AGAIN. We were all sick--Leo was really sick-and then we all got better. Then a hacking-lying ("It's allergies...I swear") friend came over for dinner and now Leo and I got sick again. I've lost my voice and have felt crappy for a few weeks. BORING.
The exciting thing...LEO WALKS.
He is walking up a storm. It's adorable. I love it because he gets this INNER FIRE to do it and it has nothing to do with us dangling candy or sunglasses in front of his face and bribing him to walk. And every time he walks I feel like I'm watching a fish just walk out of the ocean. Evolution right in front of me. Zach thinks it looks like he's got 2 prosthetic legs. And as soon as he started walking he became obsessed with the broom. Which is such a funny kid thing. He spends a good 20 minutes a day sweeping. He's not very good at it though-our place is a mess.
Zach is over right now getting ready to go to his second interview for Urban Outfitters. He's been on line reading about 'what not do in an interview'. Jeff told him his story about how he had this great interview to be a drama teacher at a school and then he ended the interview by leaping to his feet and giving the woman a hug. He knew at that exact moment he'd lost the job. He came home and was like "I hugged her. Why did I hug her?"
Obviously--we are very much hoping that Zach gets this job. HE SHOULD GET THIS JOB. HE WILL GET THIS JOB. there. it's done.
I'm waiting to hear about a writing job that I was offered then not offered then offered--it would be to write on HUNG. I'm supposed to hear this week.
It feels like fall here. It's subtle but it's there.
Danza is getting close to having her baby...Emma got into Ball Stage....Ben got a promotion...Clay is doing really well in school (I don't know for a fact--but I'm guessing) and the holidays are approaching and I cannot wait to see all the family again. and this year I actually mean it when i say that.
Leo doesn't have teeth and he doesn't say any words. He says "Mama" and 'Dada" but I don't think he knows what he's saying. Jeff's theory is that we're both so CONNECTED to him and with him all the time that he hasn't felt the need to develop words. He gets what he wants thru our deep spiritual connection. So all of your babies out there who were saying words by 11 months old must have been locked in a closet and FORCED to learn the word 'HELP" OR "water". the theory doesn't quite work.
But I have noticed that he communicates really strongly and feels like he's communicating but again--no words. And he loves ladies a lot more than men. Everyone is always saying "what a flirt!" about him. The other day an elderly lady passed jeff and Leo and I at the hardware store and said "well, hello handsome!" and Jeff said what he ALWAYS SAYS when people do that--his corny "do you mean me? Well, thank you!" It's so corny and he says it every time. This time the lady just looked at him blank faced and said "you wish" and kept pushing her shopping cart right by us.
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