2002-12-15 - 2:47 a.m.

I just got home from my "other job" at Wing Zone, and I'm trying to get tired. The kind of tired that you go to sleep with, not the "I've been delivering chicken for seven hours" kind of tired.

My back hurts and my contacts are dry and sticky. But I'm still working on sleepy-time.

We visited Molly and Eric and Ian today. We went to a Christmas Tree Farm, and chose a tree, and chopped it down and brought it into their living room. I say "we" in the sense that Michael and I were there, along for the ride. We didn't actively participate in any of that.

On the X-mas tree farm, it was late afternoon, and the moon was high up in the sky, very white and shiny. Ian kept following it. "Moon! Moon! Moon!" Made his birthmom proud. Seriously, ten minutes he just stared up into the sky, watching Luna. My son followed my goddess around this afternoon.

He drank some of my cider, and that warmed him up to me. He repeats everything you say, but he usually gets it wrong the first time, so you find yourself repeating everything you say after him, until he gets it right, and then a little longer, because it's cute and funny. "Hot cider." "Hot diturse." "Hot cider." "Hot dider." "Hot cider." "Hot sdider." "Hot cider." "Hot cider." "Hot cider." "Hot cider." "Hot cider." "Hot cider." And we giggle.

He even emulated my "hee hee" laugh after I'd do it. He'd stop his own laugh, look at me, and then start my "hee hee" laugh. He's adorable!

For the first time, I heard him call me and Michael "Birthmom" and "Birthdad"- but it was more like "Burtmom" and "Burtdad".

For the first time, I heard him say my name. I pointed to him, "Ian." He pointed to me, "Kati." We did this back and forth for about a minute, at which time he decided he wanted more bread with olive oil and balsamic vinegar.

He has my grin. The classic Sartain grin that I got from my mother, and she from her father. He also has my ears- at least, Michael thinks so (I don't think they're big enough to truly be my ears). He has my smaller upper lip, and Michael's larger lower lip. He definitely has Michael's body type. His eyes change color like mine do. He has Michael's love of books. When they cleared his toys and books out of the living room to make room for Christmas decorations, he kept running around to get his books to bring back out- like, "What are you doing with my books? They go HERE." No worry about what happened to those silly toys.

Wow. I'm still just amazed by this whole thing.

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