We're In......

Okay, FINALLY, he thinks we are cool. We are big play things. Again, today huge improvements in his happiness levels. They come out of nowhere, just when you think it will never happen, you put some green thing in your mouth and move just the right way, and they burst out with laughter. We had another early, scheduled morning full of appointments, and another fabulous opportunity to ride in a car, so no time to just let Zee be himself and get relaxed. It's a lot of chopping and changing, but he only protested the car for 4 minutes inside this time, then relaxed into it. By the end of the appointments, he passed out on my lap in the taxi coming home. Task number one.......tackled..Moving vehicles equal sleep. Next task, airplane. So we get back to hotel, and he decides to scream his brains out again because I CANNOT read what he needs yet. I think he needs more sleep, but actually he wants to eat the buffet in bed........ Scott comes into the room with lunch and I am trying desperately to console him, and mister daddy takes him from me, puts him on the bed and starts to feed him fried rice off the fork. Instant happiness. For the next hour, we play in all kinds of foods...banana's, papayas, fried rice, fresh lemonade out of a straw ( so he will poo). He then decides to laugh at mama with strange green thing in her face and whack at it with his spoon. He decides this in the funniest thing he has ever seen and his laugh in infectious. I cry, Scott is relieved, and we finally feel well on our way to "normal". What a relief to see your child laugh a real laugh. We show him all sorts of things, like put straw into mouth and suck, put straw through green hoop, push dump truck with monster truck in back. He instantly does all we show him. He decides to look at the family album and we swear he pointed to da-da. He then attaches himself to the photo of his niece Kayla and won't let it go (Not surprised Holly??) He points to all in the album repeatedly, then points to Arnold Schwazeneger on the television.?? Anyone care to interpret?? He is still on his learning rampage as I write this. He suddenly decided to stand on his own and start walking on bed. We knew all along he could, he just needed to do it in his time. I think this will be the story of his life. He is an awesome communicator, we just have to learn to read him.
The doctor visit today was what I expected. He weighs 19 pounds, and for 15 months that makes the clinical decision that he is malnourished. I hate hearing those words, but the doctor assures me this is very normal, and to feel him lots of mashed potatoes, papaya, banana and a lot of food. So far, he digs fried rice with egg and chicken and bananas. Loves his wheat free teething biscuits. It's going to be a long road. He did NOT like the papaya, but I will try again tomorrow like it never happened, just like him. And one more important thing. We have kept the name Zavier for him middle name, and have evolved into calling him Zien. Sounds like the Irish name Eon, with a Z in front. It's a long story, but his Vietnamese name he was called frequently and it just felt so natural to keep the sound of it, but we played with the Z in front, and he likes it. Today, he knows it's his name.