Mandarin-speaking Dinos

Scott is going on a business trip tomorrow so we let Soren stay up a little later tonight to play with him. Soren has lots of stuffed dinosaurs in his room and Scott made them all talk in Chinese. The T-Rex is Soren's favorite. Or maybe it's just Scott's favorite. I'm not sure that babies have preferences like that yet. Either way, Soren were really enjoying it. The dinosaurs' made-up voices make him bubble with laughter. I'm even starting to learn a bit of dino-related Chinese vocabulary, mostly because they say the same things every time. Scott father always pretends they are arguing about who is the most ferocious dinosaur. I love watching Soren and Scott interact. My husband is a wonderful man and a great father. I often think of how lucky Soren is to have such an excellent role model of what it means to be a man.

Soren started getting cranky, undoubtedly because it was past his bedtime, so I gave him a bottle and put him to bed. Now he's sleeping like a baby, whatever that means. Tonight was one of those beautiful nights when he curled up, put his fingers in your mouth, and closed his eyes as soon as I put him down in the crib. On times like that, I'm always tempted to pick him right back up again and hold him close to me as he falls asleep. Too bad it doesn't work like that. He gets too excited to be near people and ends up cranky and overstimulated. It's better for him to have his space and a good night of uninterrupted sleep. But, oh, how cute he is and how much I love him! I just wanted to press him close to me, close to my happy heart.

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