Keep it in the family...at your own risk.

Wow. Last week, a miracle: Leon slept through an entire night. It only happened once, but now we know it's possible. He's been sleeping better in general and this has produced a much rosier mood in me. Plus, he's becoming so entertaining; Babbling and crawling and standing. We introduced his potty to him this week and managed to get him to use it 4 times. I have a determination to get him used to his potty early on. Determination about baby related things have a tendency to fly gracefully out the window, but one must have goals all the same.

To change topics rather abruptly: I was walking down the outdoor trail behind our place when a rather unhinged, old dude biked by saying: "Keep it in the family?! How do you keep it in the family when they want to kill you?"
I thought to myself: good question, but someone else yelled out: "Ha ha! The crazies are out today!". I don't think the guy was out of earshot to this rude woman who seconds earlier had been whinging about how students should have access to healthy foods at reasonable prices in a fakey concerned about "big" issues way. The man she was with was clearly bored to death during her bland tirade. All of a sudden, an albeit crazy guy bikes by, clearly concerned about a murderous family either for himself or someone else and all her PC bullshit flies less than gracefully out the window and her inner bully comes blaring out like an air horn. I've always found it incredibly useless and mean to point out to a crazy stranger that they are crazy. Beside, who am I to judge? He asked a very valid question. I guess most of us just wouldn't shout the question publicly while riding down a path. Maybe that's our problem more than his.

I felt like shouting back at her:"HA HA! The bitchy bullies are out today!", but I didn't. Minus ten points for me.

To jump topics again. Back to Leon. He is crawling like heck these days. However, he is more interested in standing. In one week he went from shakily pulling himself up and flinging himself backward, constantly playing the trust game with us, to being able to stand up and crouch back down again all by himself without falling. This little dude loves physical activity. My guess is he is going to be a jock! A little athlete dude. We'll see. He's damn cute and that is the truth.

I am trying to repeat certain phrases a lot that I want him to learn and one that I can't stop exclaiming is:"BIG HUG" and then giving him one. I do it about 40 times a day because he is just so hugable. Also: "BIG KISS" and then giving him one on his chubby cheeks. He smells good too. We use Burt's Bees Honey Baby Wash which makes him smell like a honeycomb. Also, I don't know who he got it from, but he has the most amazing colour of blue eyes. Like a lake at dusk. Deep pools of blue. He's a charmer. I am smitten.

I've had to write this blog in little bursts throughout the day so it's probably rather disjointed. A thunderstorm has just begun. In October? Seems weird. Erg, I hope it doesn't wake Leon. We may have to do some rocking and lullabying tonight if it gets too crazy. Better go ready myself. Thanks for reading!