Happy boy

Sidamo has discovered television (so many of my principles have gone out the window in the past week—he's also had sugar and spent a day in disposable diapers), and he's completely enamored. Here he is pointing and hollering "eshi!" at some inane TV show. Eshi is an Amharic word that roughly translates to "OK", but Sidamo uses it for pretty much everything from "Can I have that?" to "Look, there's a bird!"


And here is some after-bath tickle time, which puts him in hysterics. He loves, loves, loves his bath—especially the part where he douses us by splashing his toys around.


As you can see, things are going quite well overall. We've been battling some nasty poops, but we took him off dairy yesterday and things are already much improved. Today was his first pediatrician's appointment, and the poor guy had to fork over 10 vials of blood. It was pure torture, and I still can't believe he has forgiven us already for our part in it. All a testament to his resilient and loving constitution.