2005.07.28 - he'll be expressive, they tell me -
It struck me the other day what a huge, huge change Truman has experienced in such a short time. It wasn't so long ago that he was all snuffles and those tiny, stiff kicks. Now he's smiling, cooing, loving me in the best, best way.
On Wednesday, Everett was jumping on the bed and I was so angry at him. It was just defiance central around here. I picked up Truman from his cradle, as he'd awaked from the noise and bumping. And prepared to be very, very angry. But Truman opened his mouth so wide I thought he'd break it, and laughed with unbearable glee at his brother's antics. I started laughing too, and Everett, encouraged by our nonstop happiness, jumped a thousand times wilder, sillier, higher. We were all giggling, happy, zany, in a nonstop cycle of pure joy. It was five minutes, or more, of this cycle and I thought my head would split open from happiness.
n.b. - Everett shortly thereafter jumped on Truman and I, and got one heck of a punishment when he wouldn't stop, then followed me in the living room just to hit me and get another punishment. But that's another story.
So we were at the wading pool today, and there was a new mama. Her little daughter, Conscience, was 18 months and a total cutey. Everett was playing chase with her and boy, did she want my coffee. New mama and I struck up a conversation and she gave me a rundown on my family's numerology (her friend was writing a book). I'm not what you'd call a true believer but she had me amazed at how right-on she was with me, Everett and Jonathan.
She says Truman will be expressive, creative, want to work with his hands. He'll need structure and organization, won't do well unless he has it (I have these traits, too, and the structure one is my biggest problem - evidently that's my "challenge number"). I'm supposed to help him with that, ya know.
expressing himself
