107. Hazel Eyes

Last night putting clothes on the drying rack with Virginia I was just awed by how cute his little clothes are. Women used to coo and ah over baby clothing, but I never really got into that. But putting his clothing onto the drying rack, I began to do that.

Last night for dinner he had carrots and later bananas. The bananas did not taste too much like bananas to me. Diana bought organic baby food for William. She's such a good mother.

He seemed to fall asleep, but he rebounded, woke up and fed and lingered for quite a while.

He let us watch Runaway Jury last night, which I ended up liking more than I thought I would. With Matchstick Men last weekend, I had a dream of a complicated scam, where I get caught at the last minute.

Virginia says he did not wake up until 6 to be fed. He was tired last night. Shopping, being out in the world is rather tiring for him.

Diana says his eyes are turning hazel. I think they are not as grey as they used to be, and she may be right.

Diana put him on the ground (with a blanket beneath him) and tried to entice him to turn by putting the toys out of reach. He decline the opportunity. We fed him oatmeal for breakfast. A little of the fruit and milk mixed in. My mom said I wouldn't eat oatmeal unless some fruit was mixed in. I called her as she was driving back to Santa Fe, after a sister's reunion. My mother says, what is the new thing he's doing, and that he's a genius. She's too funny.

I went nutso again taking more pictures of him last night and today. I uploaded more photos on Snapfish. I created a file of copies of favorites. Virginia is holding William now. Diana is taking a nap. The family is on the way over to celebrate Abuela and Abuelo's wedding anniversary. They're going to give them the family photo they shot.

Sitting up here typing away, I'm yearning for William. My arms yearn for him, to hold him, to hug him, to feel him squirm and try to get what he wants.