
Zeke is now over two months old and has begun to make interesting discoveries.
First off, he is much more aware of his surroundings and consequently is more sociable. He will now look someone in the eye for a long time and will study that person. He also has been giving us big smiles and will talk for long stretches of time.
He holds his head up better every day and on Tuesday he figured out how to roll over from his stomach to his back. We were very happy about that. Since then he has flipped a few other times, which shows it was not a fluke.
Within the past few days he has been trying to sit up. At least when I place him sitting down he will launch himself forward and try to stabilize, but unfortunately will lean over too much on one side and within milliseconds fall over. But it is really cute to watch.
Overall I think Peter and I are lucky that Zeke is a happy baby. He rarely cries except for the usual reasons; sleepy, hungry, and recently added to the list, bored. I can tell that he has a fun personality and it will be a joy to watch it slowly reveal itself over the next however many years.
I want to end this post with two stories.
Story 1: This story happened at church.
Zeke was getting a little fussy during Sunday school because he was getting tired so I took him out to the hallway. Since our stake doesn't have a building yet, we meet in one of the buildings on campus called the Austin. I tell you this because in the particular hallway that I was in there were what seemed to be student paintings on the walls. So as I was rocking Zeke to sleep I entertaining myself by observing these paintings. I came across one particular painting that I liked instantaneously; it was a landscape scene of I think the Grand Canyon, but had a lot of emotion in it with powerful colors. As I moved away from this picture I noticed that Zeke was not asleep but looking at the picture as well. I stopped to let him get a better view. Within seconds he flashed this huge smile at the picture. Thrilled, I then proceeded to expose him to the other paintings in the room to see if he would react the same way. Nothing. He would look at them for a little while, but his attention was soon lost. So to complete the experiment, I took him back to the first painting and sure enough, he again flashed a big smile at the painting.
Story 2. This is a two part story that has to do with smiling and frowning.
A while ago back when Zeke was just starting to be sentient and recognize his parents, I was feeding him and he pulled off, looked me in the eye, and gave me this huge smile. It was a "I know who you are and I really like you" smile. It was a sweet moment for me.
On Wednesday Joanna was kind enough to babysit for us so that Peter and I could sneak out and see a movie at the cheap theatre. It was a later showing so I put Zeke to sleep, told Joanna all the essential information, and we zipped off on the scooter. When we came back, Joanna was giving Zeke a bottle and everything seemed alright. Then Zeke started to cry so I took him back to his room to change him. I put him on the changing table, he stopped crying, looked me in the eye, and gave me a very sad frown where the lower lip is protruded. It was a "I know you left me" frown. As cute as it was, it made me just a little guilty, even though I know that wasn't really what it was.