10/14/07

Friday Noah and I had a date. I took him to Bounce and then out to lunch. It was a lot of fun to be able to give him my complete attention. He was a sweetheart. Cary stayed with Avi who slept most of the time. It was his first opportunity to use a bottle. He didn’t seem particularly interested. Then in typical Noah pattern, after a period of undivided attention and sweet behavior, he was out of control Friday evening. We attempted to go to the Tot Shabbat service, talked about appropriate behavior ahead of time, but we had to come home within 15 minutes because when everyone else was singing, Noah was resisting Cary’s attempt to engage him and he pulled away from Cary, squeezed between the seats and flailed in such a way as to crash against the lights on the memorial plates, breaking several light bulbs. We were mortified of course. We couldn’t get out of there soon enough. Cary had to clean up all the broken light bulbs before Rabbi Yitz could lead the other children up the walkway to the bimah to get the torah. We finally left with Noah bawling that he wanted to stay for the oneg. We’re going to go apologize to Rabbi Yitz and look at the memorial lights and talk about them tomorrow again when we go to school to review what happened. We talked about it after leaving the synagogue and he really seemed to understand and then amazingly asked if my grandma’s name was up there and why not and then at home started to cry about my grandma wanting to see her picture again. He lives life big with big emotions that kid.

Avi slept 8 hours last night! He’s been sleeping about 3 for his longest stretch, sometimes 4 (a few weeks ago he did 5 hours three nights in a row, but that was short lived), but last night, 8!!!! Let’s see if this holds. Please. Please. Luckily even when he wakes, he goes back to sleep very easily after nursing for a few minutes. So it’s not so bad.
He’s really digging the play mat with the hangy things now. That’s a new development in the last few days. That’s what he’s doing at the moment. And he’s trying to turn over in the bathtub, which is of course dangerous.
In other developments, I think he has blocked tear ducts. If it isn't looking better by tomorrow, I'll take him to the doctor. He gets mucusy goopy eyes. Gross. He's still handsome as ever though. I think he's looking more and more like my dad.