In another one of those moves that would give our pediatrician a heart attack, we took Kurt up to Sacramento to meet his Grandma Tetloff, three aunts, two uncles and two out of three Sacramento cousins. It's a drive that, in the past, has usually taken about six and a half hours. This time it took eight hours to get there and ten to get back. It was totally worth it. Turns out that my mom, go figure, is quite good with babies.
He still very much does his Kurt the Alert thing, staring about with an inquisitive expression:More often than not however, we are faced with his classic "I am not of this world" stare…The day he was born, I declared, in my euphoria, that his little face radiated intelligence. Last night he was crying and flailing and punched himself in the face.