17th Month Day Post!

Oh dear! I can't believe it's come and gone, your 17th month-day! Mama was too obsessed watching LOST last night to remember the momentus occasion. I'm sure one day when you are old enough to watch television, get hooked on a show that waited like a year to have new shows only to be thwarted by a writers strike so there are only 8 episodes rather than the afore-promised 16, you'll understand.
But anyway, back to you. This month you spent the vast majority in a haze of fever, snot and pain. That first cold that started brewing right after New Years, when we went to the zoo with the primas turned into a hideous ear infection/viral pink eye. But that wasn't all. You were a pretty good sickee until the pain of the ear infection turned you into king-clingon and would not let me move unless you were perched securely in my arms. And even then it was a whiny, tearful, begrudging child that I was holding, not my usual sweet prince. So we took you to the doctor and they confirmed it was a bad ear infection. We were good little patients and took all 10 days of antibiotics and just when it seemed you were out of the woods, you got another hideous cold. This time with super spiking-high fevers, bleary eyes, and junky cough. (We blame Leticia for this one, even if we aren't sure that she's the one who gave it to Graciela, who then infected the rest of humanity) You were so sick and miserable that you didn't eat for days. We took you back to the doc. and she said that this ear infection was even worse than the first. You had to get two shots (this a week after you went in and got 3 shots and a finger poke!) and I was afraid that you'd never want to go to the doctor's office ever again.
But thank goodness, (and another 10 day round of even stronger antibiotics) you are now back to you regular cheerful self.
Beside the month long sickness, this past month has been a bit of a blur. As far as milestones go, I think we are through with the major ones for a little while. You continue to pick up new words everyday, but still talk in your own strange language when you sit and play with your toys and entertain your self for really long stretches of time. I'm going to bust out the video one of these days just to prove to myself (and you) later on when you complain vigourously about been BORED!
You are such a calm and sweet natured boy, you love giving kisses and hugs (besos y abrazos) and your favorite toys are still cars and animals, specifically your turtles that you got in Paraguay. You line them up, talk to them, have them act out little plays where only you know the plot, they kiss and dance and it's really hilarious. In so many ways you are a such a boy's boy, wrestling, doing sommersaults, playing with trucks and cars, looking for airplanes, but in others you are very gentle and kind, petting your stuffed toys, quietly reading books, or coming up behind your papa or me and giving our legs a quick squeeze before you are off and running again.
I love our mama-Domi days now more than ever. We play games, read stories, look at pulpos, sing songs and take naps together, and it's so much fun. I'm treasuring this time we have that's just me and you because I know pretty soon that it's going to end. I know that your new sibling will just add to the mix of fun (and exhaustion) but I am really trying to savour these months of relative quiet before our lives are thrown into chaos and no sleep once again.
Love,
Mama