Wow, what a difference one month makes!

We had a fantastic visit with Mateo this Mother's Day in Guatemala City. Sarah got cards from both Matt and Mateo (his in spanish) and roses to celebrate the day, but the real present for both of us was our son. He's learned so much since our last visit. His hand grasps are much less reflex, and more a conscious effort to manipulate an object he sees associates with his grasp. He really knows what he's doing with his hands (usually putting them in his mouth) and left had managed to find right. Speaking of which, the jury's still out, but we might just have a lefty. (already fantasies of Silverton High School's star southpaw quarterback of the class of 2024....)
He's also smiling and laughing more. And he's babbbling and trying out different sounds. He still loves standing, and working his feet when you hold him up, but now he bends himself over and looks down at his feet to see exactly what's happening down there while he's kicking and high-stepping. He really gives the impression of just soaking up information about how his body moves and interacts with the rest of the world, and formulating his evil plans ( getting ready to toddle ahead of his parents into all kinds of mischief, to see what breaks and what doesn't when you drop it, and to join the preschool chorus striving to drown out Father William's homilies.)
And, oh yeah: Dang, he's cute.