Now that he's sleeping, we're starting to learn more about what Zia's like, since he doesn't have to be all cranky now from lack of sleep. Not that he was always cranky, but he certainly seems now to be happier on a more regular basis than previously.
One of the things we've discovered, inadvertently, is that he's most definitely a super-extrovert who likes to be in the limelight.
I know, I know -- shocking. How could the child of Katie & Mo be extroverted?! It's so not what you expected. Haha. So it's not that we're so surprised in general, but what is surprising is the way in which it shows up. It was most abundantly evident last week at the strike Mo helped to organize.
Mo & I had had intense negotiations about how long Zia and I were going to go to the strike. Mo started with eight hours; I countered with two. We both stayed strong for several rounds, not wavering, until Mo countered with twelve. Then fifteen. Then sixteen.
You can understand why he's a union representative/organizer.
Negotiations being one of his strong points (obviously) and not mine (again, obviously), I finally settled on, "We will come after his morning nap and stay as long as he stays calm."
Which, as it turns out, was endless. We finally left after seven hours. Not including transport time there (walking, Kaiser shuttling, and BARTing, both ways) and back -- even on the way back, he was still charming the woman in the seat behind us! So we were gone for over nine hours in total all day. Crazy!
This boy is THRILLED to be out in public. Audience? No problem! In fact, delighted! Now I'm energized, happy, and able to carry on with my day. At home with only Mama to give me attention? Boorrrinnnnggg. I need my adoring audience!
We were seriously shocked at how well he did. He basically just bounced back and forth between Mo and me, getting passed around among the nurses, smiling the whole day. He was especially delighted when Papa put him up on his shoulders and danced with him. (Yes, there was dancing at this strike. It wasn't exactly your usual strike, with angry, scowl-faced people making demands. Put some nurses in charge of a strike, and they've got everything from 'Celebration' to Lady Gaga rockin' it and are doing synchronized dances with picket signs to make their demands.)
This trend has continued. When we take him to restaurants, he's delighted to sit in his little highchair (yes, he can do that!), play with a spoon, and look around at the room, watching the action, staring at people until they smile at him and/or tell him how cute he is. No fusses, just enthusiasm and love.
Yeah, he knows how to work it. We *may* have created a monster!!
One of the things we've discovered, inadvertently, is that he's most definitely a super-extrovert who likes to be in the limelight.
I know, I know -- shocking. How could the child of Katie & Mo be extroverted?! It's so not what you expected. Haha. So it's not that we're so surprised in general, but what is surprising is the way in which it shows up. It was most abundantly evident last week at the strike Mo helped to organize.
Mo & I had had intense negotiations about how long Zia and I were going to go to the strike. Mo started with eight hours; I countered with two. We both stayed strong for several rounds, not wavering, until Mo countered with twelve. Then fifteen. Then sixteen.
You can understand why he's a union representative/organizer.
Negotiations being one of his strong points (obviously) and not mine (again, obviously), I finally settled on, "We will come after his morning nap and stay as long as he stays calm."
Which, as it turns out, was endless. We finally left after seven hours. Not including transport time there (walking, Kaiser shuttling, and BARTing, both ways) and back -- even on the way back, he was still charming the woman in the seat behind us! So we were gone for over nine hours in total all day. Crazy!
This boy is THRILLED to be out in public. Audience? No problem! In fact, delighted! Now I'm energized, happy, and able to carry on with my day. At home with only Mama to give me attention? Boorrrinnnnggg. I need my adoring audience!
We were seriously shocked at how well he did. He basically just bounced back and forth between Mo and me, getting passed around among the nurses, smiling the whole day. He was especially delighted when Papa put him up on his shoulders and danced with him. (Yes, there was dancing at this strike. It wasn't exactly your usual strike, with angry, scowl-faced people making demands. Put some nurses in charge of a strike, and they've got everything from 'Celebration' to Lady Gaga rockin' it and are doing synchronized dances with picket signs to make their demands.)
This trend has continued. When we take him to restaurants, he's delighted to sit in his little highchair (yes, he can do that!), play with a spoon, and look around at the room, watching the action, staring at people until they smile at him and/or tell him how cute he is. No fusses, just enthusiasm and love.
Yeah, he knows how to work it. We *may* have created a monster!!
how cute! go, Zia!
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