Wednesday, February 7, 2007
I had a dream last night that my youngest son Joaquin started to talk. (He is 3 months.) We said "Thanksgiving at Aunt Maes." I tried to get him to repeat it with no avail. At one point I had the recorder out, ready to record everything. My family did not seem to believe me. I told my husband Ismael, that I was "happy about" him talking and in the next breath, Joaquin said, "happy about" My son is brilliant. O.K. so I spent much of the day trying to get him to say happy.