2005.08.13 - truman discovers his hands-
It was a hot, hot day, and we were hiding out in our living room, navy blue linen curtains imperfectly blocking out the sun. As usual, I was having trouble leaving Truman alone. You see, the thing is, he loves to talk to his mama, and it's so unbelievably charming...well, you try ignoring a little human who reacts to every word you say with gigantic crooked smiles and wild waving of his hands. "Whoa, ooomm!" he says, so happy that you think his heart is going to burst out of his chest and his cheeks are going to crack from the joy. And how can you not leave that?
I did it, though, I set him down at his frog gym, and went into the kitchen for coffee, or water, or a crusty piece of Como bread with cocoa-hazelnut spread. It was something, anyway, and I was gone for a minute. When I came back, he was playing with his frog and his turtle, batting them and pulling them inexpertly towards his mouth (the little turtle has quite the attractive feet, just right for little mouths).
And I realized...he was figuring out his hands, right there, right then. As I watched him, he was overwhelmed with the thrill that he was making these beautiful primary-colored amphibians move. It was, well, the time of his very life. "Your hands, Truman, those are YOUR HANDS!" I exclaimed, so proud. Everett joined in, giggling, jumping up and down, squeaking, "Truman, your hands!" And we were all so happy because Truman, he has hands.
truman really gets his frog gym going
