Wunderkind

All mothers believe their children are super-special, perfect, gloriously transcendent.

The difference with me? Well, I'm right.

Billy is not only beautiful, he is freakishly strong. Holding his head up? Hell, he did that the first day. At six weeks, I swear to you he is close to crawling. Yesterday, we were playing with him on the floor when he pushed with his legs and leaned into his daddy in a standing position. No lie. We tried to recreate the moment, but he will not perform on command.

Here's the video shortly thereafter.







See? He's amazing. Here are a few more of the latest pics:

Billy's room, which he has not slept in yet.

He has tried out the crib, though, and he's loving his cowboy linens.

Billy hits one month, Mom hits all doctors in the MidSouth

As many of you already know, I haven't been posting because I'm still fighting whatever it is that's keeping me running a fever and in bed. Most recently, it's attacked my joints, making it hard to walk and pick things up. Besides feeding, changing, and singing to Billy (who is, mercifully, an angel), I'm worthless for just about any other task. Ace bears a lot of the household burden. With 12 dogs and 9 cats, that's quite a burden.

Luckily, this weekend the calvary arrived in the form of my old partner in crime, Hurley, aka Sara MacSween (my mom had forgotten Hurley's real name). Anyway, as she's done countless times before, Hurley rode in to save the day, in the form of cooking, whirlwind cleaning, and general emotional support. I owe her bigtime, but then again, I already did. She's amazing.

We headed to Memphis today to meet with a specialist. They stuck me like a pincushion, but about all they can tell me is I don't have Lyme disease, a blood clot, or rheumatoid arthritis. Everything else--from auto-immune deficiency to infectious disease--is still on the table.

But I know why you're here. Here's the latest Billy! He looks way older than one month old, and is way stronger. He's just amazing. See for yourself.