His Granddad happily cooed at Wolf while he looked on amusedly and then made squeals of delight, some of which I’ve never heard. I tried to get him to say “ack ack” (Wolf Wolf) as he did some days again but he didn’t bite. He’s been making an effort to talk more. He said “Hi” (okay, maybe more of a sigh but it was very pronounced) at 6-7 weeks, and has said “Hey” twice since, once in response to my “Hey”.

He happily watched his uncle’s fish while we all ate dinner. After that, my brother grabbed his Wolf Wolf (from The Incredibles) piggy bank and waved it at Wolf who stared back wide-eyed and curious. “That’s you, Wolf Wolf!” he exclaimed. Wolf giggled in response.

I discovered HBO and the whole family sat and watched The Forgotten (guaranteed to make any Mom clench their sons closer to them in horror) and then, Stepford Wives (strangely appropriate during this time of my life). The Hub collected us at 1030pm and Wolf was asleep by midnight as usual.

Perhaps it had been a long and tiring day, but Wolf slept till 6am this morning. He nursed for a while and was asleep again by 630am. He muttered to himself around 9am but didn’t wake till 10am. After another feed he was asleep again. I left him to nap while I made breakfast and read beside him. He had his arms up above his head. It was so cute.

Finally I declared it morning when he fussed at 11am, turned on the main light, opened the windows, and played Mozart for him. He smiled and cooed as I changed his diaper and put on his Doggone Cute t-shirt. I sat him up on my lap and we talked and laughed till noon.

In other news, I will be the mother of a human child next May.