Wine and dine

Happy Passover! We had really two really nice seders this year, including hosting our own for the first time in a few years for a small group of friends. Since even an early start would easily roll into Zachary's bedtime, on the first night we had a babysitter (who reported again that he went to sleep in his big boy bed fairly smoothly, with minimal objection), and took Owen along with us for a lovely evening with friend I and her parents. Among their other guests were friends S, D, their 4-year-old G, and their baby boy E (who was due several weeks after Owen but ended up arriving a bit earlier!)

On the second night, we kept things small at our house, and started our seder at 5:30 so Zachary would have a shot at experiencing it. (Huge thanks to our guests for showing up so early, as well as for bringing fabulous foods to share!) Impressively, we managed to get all the way through to the festive meal with Zachary still awake (it helped that we used the "New Selfon Haggadah", a one-pager I'd put together a few years ago covering the major traditional requirements) -- he melted down as the matzah ball soup came out, so I took him upstairs for bath and bedtime. Before that though, he was actively involved at the seder, pointing at the seder plate ("sah-sah") and talking about the matzah ("mah-sah") that we served him (he declined to eat it). His favorite by far though were the items associated with his plush seder plate, in particular the "glass" of wine.

This morning, coming down the stairs, Zachary again spotted the plush seder plate set, and was haapily labelling it as 'sah-sah'. Hooray for successful and positive holiday experiences!

Two little words

Another milestone today - Zachary chained together his first two word sentence this morning! The trivia answer that will live alongside Graham Bell's first telephone phrase is "Wah-gah ah-pah" (Legos open.) One small step... And in parallel to improved communication with us, Zachary has been far more approving and patient with his new brother, whom he refers to as "Oh-wee":

Sleeping for Zachary in his big boy bed continues to gradually improve too, with generally a minute or so of crying before settling down to sleep; I've snuck in a few times over the past few nights to confirm that he actually does sleep on the bed (versus the floor).

Meanwhile, tiny man (as we've begun to call him to differentiate from little man) continues to rotate his time between sleeping, soiling his clothes (we've capped at like six outfit changes in a day), and spending increasing time in that quiet alert state, looking around at everything with his big eyes. Yesterday, he even started to occasionally smile! I caught this shot of him with mommy; we're not sure if the happiness was influenced by the tasty matzah rocca in the background of the shot that Meh had just baked.

Bedside Manner

Our success with transitioning Zachary to his new bed last night was astounding - he cried and got up once or twice, but when I put him back down, he settled down and was sleeping very quickly. Meh reported similar success with today's nap.

Alas, the third time was the, ah, opposite of a charm; tonight after bath time, cozy book reading, and lights out, it was time for extended meltdowns. Here's how it played out, roughly forty times:

1. Put Zachary in his bed. (Optionally tuck him in.)
2. Walk out door.
3. Shut door.
4. Hysterical crying, thump, Zachary runs to and opens door.
5. Sees mommy or daddy and returns toward his bed.
6. Repeat from the top.

We tried several variants, but quickly settled into the "no socializing" mechanical repeat so he didn't think it was a game or that he was getting attention from it. Eventually #3 turned into leaving the door cracked, and that seemed to help; he very gradually settled down, and Meh was able to sneak away, though we were afraid to make noise downstairs for the rest of the evening with his door open.

On the opposite end of the Zachary happiness spectrum, today was also his last day of swimming before spring break. He had a fabulous time, particularly when they pulled out a mid-pool six-step-up slide. He climbed up it and, daredevil that he is, almost tried to lean back and pitch himself into the water the hard way (smiling all the while). Thankfully the instructor was at the ready, and he instead came down the slide, flying into the water with a giant grin on his face. He did great with backfloating, and there was even a bit of "swimming" across the pool that went well, always followed with giant hugs.

For the last few weeks, we've wrapped up pool time with shower time - partially to rinse out some of the extra chlorine I'm sure they put in pool water used by a bunch of young kids, partially because Zachary was, um, doing things that justified the use of extra chlorine (cutting at least two lessons short with water diaper incidents), and mostly because he loves holding the shower nozzle, talking about the "wawa" (water) and how it's "hot!"

I'll close with a video of Zachary's newfound love of (or at least demand for mommy performances of) Balkan folk music:

Empty chairs at empty tables

I forgot to mention, we gave Owen his first 'real' bath on Sunday (previously we'd opted for the sponge route). He was quiet and happy with it, even nearly falling asleep at one point.

Last night marked the departure of mima and papa, so our local family is once again down to four -- but only for a little while, as mima and papa will be moving out to join us in a few short weeks!

Last night also marked the return of Zachary escaping his crib -- this time after being put to bed (rather than nap), and this time as a recurring event. Friends B and J had generously brought us dinner, but I spent much of their visit upstairs trying to get him down. I started by actually snuggling him into his bed, but he kept grabbing my arm and wanting me to stay with him. Eventually he went back into his old crib. I snuck downstairs, but heard his door swing open moments later. We started just doing the "minimal feedback" thing of putting him back in bed without saying anything, smiling, etc. It was perhaps the low double digits before he finally did conk out for the night; I had to sneak a peek slightly later on to confirm that he hadn't just gone to sleep on the floor of his room. In the meantime, I took the opportunity to flip the doorknob on his new room so the lock is on the outside -- hopefully we wouldn't ever have to lock him in, but if he's exploring his room rather than sleeping, I wouldn't want him to lock us out! Tonight Meh has choir, so I think we'll make an attempt to switch him to his new room and big boy bed.

Mouth full

Today, mima and papa accompanied us to the outdoor shopping mall; we had a few things to return/exchange, it's got one of the few Seattle grocery stores with a reasonable passover food selection, and they've also got a nice play area for Zachary (which happens to be dangerously close to our favorite cupcake bakery). We started off with lunch at one of our favorite kaiten sushi restaurants, where Zachary has as much fun watching the conveyor belts and colored lights as we do picking out our sushi choices; Meh was particularly pleased to be able to eat raw fish again after her imposed pregnancy ban.

Lately at restaurants we've been trying to order Zachary some food of his own. Even though he generally shakes his head at trying it (or only eats the component parts that he's familiar with - raisins, chocolate chips, etc.), he's been doing a great job of labelling the foods. At lunch on Friday for instance, he happily said 'kah' (quesadilla) and [a slightly different] 'kah' (carrot) without actually touching the lovely cheesy tortilla goodness or fresh carrot sticks we'd gotten for him. (As you can see, he was also texting at the table - how rude!) He's also been getting very good at patiently waiting at the table while we finish eating, even if he decides that he isn't hungry.

Anyway, so this same sort of event played out at the sushi-go-round: he pointed at the lights, patiently played with his chopsticks, and when we placed a piece of kappa maki in front of him, he would occasionally point at it and say 'sah-shah!' (sushi). I didn't think much of the fact that he didn't actually eat the piece. At the very end of the meal, I got his jacket back on and then asked him to say bye-bye to the sushi. He looked at me, then grabbed the maki, held it for a moment, and shoved it into his mouth. Amazing!

Granted, the sushi stayed in his mouth, unchewed and unswallowed, for a good ten minute walk around the mall. He looked like a deer in the headlights most of the time, but I couldn't get him to commit to either eat it or spit it out. Finally, I came up with the idea to offer him his milk. He tried to drink it, but realized the sushi was in the way, and only then elected to thoughtfully chew and swallow it, before washing it down with the milk. 私たちの息子は非常に愚かな男の子です！ (That's meant to translate to "Our son is a very silly boy!")

Census Building

Our 2010 census form has arrived, and I got to fill out four members for our household; Owen has arrived just in time to hopefully sway Washington state to an extra member or two of congress! (Say the cynics: great, just what we need.) Owen continues to spend a fair amount of time quiet and alert, just looking out at the world with his big eyes. He also doesn't seem to mind occasionally chilling out in the baby papasan that Zachary never really cared for, though being held by mommy (or other family members) is still the clear favorite.

The last few days have continued to be a nice visit with our family; in between an Uncle B and Aunt J trip to Victoria, Zachary and I took grandma, Uncle B, and Aunt J over to Volunteer Park and the Seattle Asian Art Museum on Wednesday. Zachary was already almost out for his nap, so while everyone else checked out the museum, he and I wandered into the warm greenhouses of the Conservatory. He pointed at some cacti and said "tah!" (tree), and thought some of the colorful flowers were funny. He then promptly conked out once we were back outside. Silly man. Then on Thursday, while Uncle B and Aunt J took a day trip to Victoria, grandma and I took Zachary to his penultimate swimming lesson for this quarter. He had a wonderful time as always, getting to try out a life jacket (his favorite activity was being launched in the air and then freeform landing/righting himself with the life jacket on) and running along a floating foam board before jumping into the water. He then picked up a new pool-related milestone at home tonight, starting to blow bubbles in the water. (This is apparently one of the requirements to progress to the next class level, so perfect timing!)

My family all heads home tomorrow; it's been wonderful having them here (I've gotten a few naps in, often at the same time as Zachary's), and this has been a nice way to start to get a handle on how to coordinate the two boys with a lot of extra assistance. It's going to be interesting when it's just the four of us next week!

Tall tale

Zachary's interactions with Owen took another step forward today, with Zachary looking down into Owen in the car seat and saying "Oh-wee". No touching yet, though he did extend his hand toward him in a moderately kiss-the-ring looking style.

Owen had his first appointment with the pediatrician today. Everything was looking great, though as usual, the doctor's office will likely be associated with unpleasant sensations, as he got his second PKU poke in the heel. (Wow, I just connected that to the previously enigmatic phenylketonuric warning you always see on diet soda. Go figure.) Anyway, the stats:

Weight: 8 lbs 8 oz (25th-50th percentile)
Height: 21 5/8" (90th percentile if I'm reading the chart correctly)

He's already well over his birth weight, which was great to see (they typically give it two weeks). And the doctor believes he's going to share his brother's blue eyes. (She then proceeded to list all of her favorite dreamy male movie stars with blue eyes. Meh helped out with her own favorites, and I contributed Jude Law.) Lastly, the doctor repeated the request she'd first directed at Zachary two and a half years ago, reminding Owen that allowing his parents to sleep would make for happier and better parents. We'll have to see if he listens any better than Zachary did!

Beware the Ides of March

After an epic struggle against gale winds and massively delayed flights, Zachary and Owen's Uncle B and Aunt J arrived late last night from New York. A huge huge thank you to them for bravely dealing with the delays and headaches to join us in meeting Owen and getting to catch up with Zachary! There was even some high quality playtime with Zachary and snuggle time with Owen this morning before the big event; today was Owen's eighth day, and thus his brit milah.

Friends S, R, and I all had completely coordinated the setup - again, we've got such wonderful, devoted, and supportive friends! Despite getting held up and detoured by a police blockade after a shootout a few miles down the road (never a dull moment!), they arrived and put out an amazing spread of food and decorations. There was even a giant blow-up balloon of Thomas the Tank Engine, which Zachary kept pointing at and talking about throughout breakfast; by the afternoon, I'd transferred it up to his room, where it's been getting equal attention to the circling airplane mobile overhead.

We used the same mohel as for Zachary, who was again extremely helpful and patient in explaining the various traditions. Mima and grandma were again the kvatters (bringing the baby in for the ceremony), and friend J honored us by acting as the sondek (who holds the baby during the ceremony). Owen did pretty well, though he did have his own input into the ceremony, peeing on folks when the diaper came off. (The experienced mohel had had me set aside some extra diapers and wipes for just such an eventuality.) Owen's hebrew name was announced as Lev Shlomo (לב שלמה). Lev (Hebrew for 'heart') is for Meredith's great grandmother Lilian, and Shlomo (Hebrew for 'God's peace') is for my dad.

After the ceremony, there was a wonderful smorgasboard of yummy foods to celebrate with: quiches, bagels with all possible fixing, multiple kinds of full-size (direct from New York, thanks Aunt J!) and mini-cupcakes, two slightly over-toasted challahs that I'd baked (but neglected in the final frantic minutes before people started arriving), fruits, couscous, little tartlets, and even a cake from our favorite bakery. I think we'll be set foodwise for the rest of the week! Full bris photo coverage (fear not, there isn't that kind of coverage) can be found here. Huge thanks to all of our friends and family who were able to make it on a weekday (and despite the, ah, aforementioned police incident), and we certainly look forward to Owen getting to meet everyone else (and getting to have slightly quieter and, ah, painless visits) in the days and weeks to come!

Owen Goes Cordless

I forgot to mention yesterday - Owen's already lost his cord! It disappeared somewhere between diaper changes yesterday, and everything looks to be healing quickly. Zachary's had departed a bit later on (soon after his bris), so already some differences between the two boys. On that topic, I know there's a huge temptation to censor direct comparisons as favoring or judging one boy against the other, but my feeling is that they're both just different little boys and it's okay to talk about those differences, right? Meanwhile, both Meh and I have caught ourselves inadvertently calling Owen by Zachary's name on a few occasions. Learning a new name perfectly right off the bat is tough!

On the topic of names, Zachary has now progressed to starting to point at Owen (or more frequently his picture on that loop of photos I put into the Xbox) and then calling him "o-wee" (or sometimes "o-wah").

Owen continues to spend more and more time awake and in that "quiet alert" state, which we think for him looks like a continual state of wide-eyed shock. He got to meet his Aunt I today. Then grandma, Aunt I, and I took Zachary to the park to give mommy and Owen a little quiet time (and let Zachary run around like a crazy man on various toys, swings, and slides). Aunt I brought Zachary's new favorite toys: a set of toy monster trucks ("mah-mah!"). He already loved the word from his favorite book, and now he's got four of them to push around and say "uh-oh" and "crash!" about.

You're So Vain

Owen got to meet many of mommy's coworkers in yesterday's family outing to the library. Zachary wasn't as interested in socializing as running around and climbing up and down the stairs, so he and I tired ourselves out on the wide staircases (perhaps to the dismay of other patrons trying to get up and down them) while mommy made the introductions.

More progress on the adapting-to-a-new-sibling front: this morning, Owen hung out in mima and papa arms while Zachary had breakfast, and Z was suddenly very interested and smiling at the tiny little man. And mommy can read Z books successfully without him having to be in her lap (which was a challenge when Owen was already there). So definitely some improvements!

In preparation for Owen's bris on Monday, I put together a folder of pictures for the Xbox to cycle through (figuring folks likely won't get much of a chance to spend much time with him in person). I tried it out today and Zachary immediately sat down, started watching, and now loves it perhaps even more than his favorite TV show. He keeps pointing at the TV and labelling people and objects in the pictures. For Owen, I was proud that he eventually started saying 'ba-ba' (baby), though not yet his actual name. Almost more entertaining was what he *did* label. One picture had his lego set just barely visible in a corner of the frame, and he kept pointing it out ("wa-ka!"). But he's been great at identifying the people and objects in pictures as well. Of course his favorite pics are of himself.

Grandma arrived today from Michigan today (and Aunt I is due in in a few hours from Maryland). Zachary readily identified grandma as "ga-ga", and was happy to have another fun family members to play with! Grandma was of course delighted to meet her second grandson and spend some quality time with both of them. Despite the communal lack of sleep, I was finally in town this year for the Harmony Sweeps competition, so with Meh's permission (and the very supportive Mima and Papa handling Zachary's bedtime routine) I'm going to push through and head down to Olympia tonight to cheer on my favorite all-Microsoft a cappella group -- good luck Baudboys!

The Name Game

Yesterday was Owen's well baby appointment back at the hospital's postpartum center. It was somewhat surreal (and certainly a source of deja vu, as we'd visited this same post partum center with Zachary in tow 2.5 years ago) to be back 48 hours later, but everything was looking great and the staff had some good ideas for us. They also have a fabulous shop full of baby and new mommy paraphernalia, so Meh went to town while I watched Owen snoozing away in the snap n' go carseat. I got to overhear a few other parents checking their youngsters in, and there were no Owens (we've gotten many compliments on the name, as well as a few inquiries on its increasing popularity; fear not, it still isn't quite in the top 50.)

It just so happened that we learned that earlier the same morning, Zachary's nanny J (whose son T is just about Zachary's age) had given birth at the same hospital - talk about close pairs of kids! Congrats to J and A on their new daughter!

Early modelling career

Our Flickr stats over the past few days have blown away previous measurements; 916 pictures were viewed yesterday alone - yikes! No pressure to take good pictures or anything. But if ours weren't compelling enough, I absolutely encourage folks to check out the amazing ones we had professionally taken this morning. (This link is to a sampling of the first few; we're looking forward to getting proofs in the next few weeks!) K had done an incredible maternity shoot back in January, and we'd scheduled a baby shoot for after Owen arrived. Due to schedule challenges, it had to either be today or not for a week and a half -- so off we went with Owen while mima and papa took Zachary to play and have lunch.

The baby shoot was even more wonderful than the maternity shoot had been. She keeps her studio at a very cozy 85 degrees so the babies can be snuggly and warm, and Owen slept through much of the session, generating some great and cozy photos along the way. The only thing we weren't able to accomplish was one of her "signatures", where the baby is placed in a suspended sling and hangs out cozily for some mid-air modelling. Owen was a little too active (even when half asleep) for that to work out this time around.

Oh, with the guess-Owen's-due-date poll now closed down, I just wanted to report back on the results. One person of our 14 entrants did guess the correct date - congratulations! Whoever it is can come visit Owen at their leisure and change the diaper of their choice. Or something. I actually noticed that a second entrant "guessed" 3/8 after he was already born and announced; we'll have to expunge that one from the permanent records. :) For those keeping score, guesses were:

3/2 (1)
3/3 (3)
3/4 (4)
3/5 (2)
3/7 (1)
3/8 (1 + the aforementioned expunged vote)
3/9 (2)

Thanks for helping us count down to Gooshie/Owen!

Oh brother

Everything feels like it's in fast motion with Owen! The hospital staff had been great and very supportive, and it was nice to stay in the same room through the entire experience. Meh and I even found time to watch most of a movie early yesterday evening. But 30 hours after arriving at the hospital, we were still ready to make our way back home this morning. The rear-facing carseat was reinstalled, Owen was dressed in his first actual non-hospital-issued outfit, sitting in his car seat (unhappy like his brother once was, though some gentle swinging seemed to soothe him - already a bit of a difference!), and the rear-facing car seat snapped back into the base.

Next, Owen's first true test: meeting his brother. I'd visited Zachary last night and given him bed time, but he hadn't seen mommy since bedtime on Sunday. So she went in first and was greeted with a giant hug. I followed subtly with Owen in the car seat. Zachary didn't really pay attention to him -- until he was in mommy's arms. Then suddenly he really wanted to be up, and daddy just wouldn't do. He was distracted short of a full meltdown, but so begins a hopefully short-lived rivalry. Later on while Meh was feeding Owen, Zachary again decided her lap was where he needed to be, so there will definitely be some, ah, "learning opportunities" to explore in the coming months.

Once again a huge thanks to friends J and S, who had watched and entertained Zachary for nearly two straight days (starting again at the delightful time of 2:30 am on Monday). We've got so many wonderful and supportive friends to help us during this enormous life transition!

Mima and Papa had fortuitously pre-scheduled their flight to arrive at noon today (this despite not voting for a date on the blog poll!), so I went to pick them up soon after we got back home. They were of course delighted to meet their second grandson and get to play with their first, who correctly (more or less) identified them as 'mama' and 'papa' and was happy to see them. And the "relearning" has begun - I assembled two pack & plays today and stocked them with all of Owen's goodies (though alas, size 1 diapers are still too big, so I'll have to make a run to the drug store tomorrow for N's).

Welcome, Owen Lev!

We are delighted to announce the arrival of Owen Lev Selfon! Owen was born this morning at 7:34 am. The stats:

Weight: 8 lbs 5 oz (3784 grams for the metric lovers among us)
Height: 21.06" (53.5 cm)
OFC: 13.58" (34.5 cm) [that's the head circumference]
Apgar: 8 (@ 1 min), 9 (@ 5 min)

Friends J and S graciously answered our 2:15 am wakeup call to stay with Zachary, and we arrived at the hospital a little after 3 am. Four hours (and a lot of mommy work) later, we got to meet Owen in person. He's already had several quiet alert periods, looking around and being super snuggly, and objecting vocally (but very cutely) to the typical poking and prodding that hospitals impose on newborns.

The bris is still to be scheduled, but for right now we're just excited to start to get to know him. Zachary will likely get to meet his brother tomorrow, and we've already been told that everything is looking great and we'll hopefully be able to go home tomorrow morning. Thanks to everyone already for all of the well wishes!

On the seventh day...

Six days have come and gone since the due date, and while Meh is increasingly uncomfortable, Gooshie apparently isn't ready to meet the world quite yet.

Lately we've been focusing on trying to stay within a few hundred feet of each other; even when Meh took a hill-less shortcut home from a walk to the park yesterday (the stroller wouldn't make it) while Zachary and I took the main path, I was a bit worried until we all arrived back at home. So it was a slightly bigger worry for me to drive off into the city last night for my orchestra's winter concert. Yes, the cellphone remained in my pocket, though in the end the question wasn't whether Meh would have Gooshie but whether I could actually make the concert in time - traffic was unusually atrocious and I ended up not hitting my seat until two minutes past the starting time. Thankfully a full audience meant we started a good three minutes later.

On the ball

Gooshie's very first crate o' diapers (along with some slightly larger diaper reinforcements for Zachary) arrived yesterday afternoon -- a mere 16 hours after I ordered them, what's their secret? Anyway, after I unloaded the contents, Meh had the excellent idea to use the remaining empty box to try out a bag of ball pit plastic balls she'd picked up for the little man. Suffice it to say he loved it:

This morning, Meh checked in with her midwives and got to take a non-stress test. Everything is looking good with Gooshie, who from the subsequent ultrasound apparently already has "some" hair. Color and amount still to be determined!

This afternoon we all went to lunch and then ran some Zachary and Gooshie-related errands, walking across a large outdoor shopping center. (Later we graduated to carting; Zachary pointed at one, said "kaht", and was very happy to be placed in it.) During the on-foot portion of our walk, we spotted the Seattle Humane Society's adoption truck parked at the mall, and Zachary said "bus!" while happily running up to it. First he was licked by one of the tame rescue dogs welcoming everyone to the bus, and he was very happy and giggly about that. Then I tried to point out the various cats in the transparent windowed bus -- but he was already off like a shot to the pet mobile's front passenger side door, where he commanded it to "open!" and then started climbing up onto the step and knocking on the cab door while saying "nah-nah-nah" (knock-knock-knock). Such a cute little man!

Three and Out

(Or should that be three and in?) It's day three of Gooshie watch 2010, and already 50% of our poll-takers are proven wrong; that Gooshie is certainly one tough bookie. I've taken to staying home starting today (a two-and-a-half year old is exhausting even if you aren't nine months pregnant!), though impressively, Meh still went to work. Zachary and I visited her as part of a very full day of reading books (often the same ones repeatedly), playing at a park near mommy's work, grocery shopping, and a Scandinavian shopping and lunch trip (I had to force myself to eat his super-tasty macaroni and cheese when he declined).

Today I also ordered some old standbys from Zachary's early days - Butt Paste, some extra-gentle wipes, and perhaps most importantly, a crate of size 1 diapers. The room transition also continues -- we've been doing more and more of the bedtime routine in the big boy room, until now everything short of actually going to bed takes place there. That step will likely wait a bit, but it's good to see how smoothly he's made the transition (even if after bathtime he still tends to run naked into his own old room before remembering that the clothes, books, and story time are the other direction).

Dated Materials

It's here! Today is Gooshie's due date. No news yet, but to keep things interesting, I've opened up a poll (see it to the right) where you can guess Gooshie's birthday. Winners get to, um, meet Gooshie? But so does everyone else of course. :)

The (Extreme) West End

Zachary's new bedroom continues to come together, with a new shelf (yup, another of the ones that had finally taught me the value of attaching shelving to studs in that mildly disastrous guest room incident) now populated with some of our favorite items from friends and travels, including a Muji "city in a bag", a group of fun wooden toy buildings shaped like London landmarks. Meh had also picked up a cute wall decal of a London double decker bus (from a UK-based Etsy-listed artist, no less) that we mounted right inside Zachary's door. He came to check it out and was very excited by the "busssss" and its wheels. The decal came with all of the numbers, so you could specify the bus number. I of course took on the challenge of figuring out the most appropriate route for his bus. The "ideal" route (which hits both Trafalgar Square [near the hotel we typically stay at], Oxford and Piccadilly Circuses, and Golders Green/Finchley [where our friends N & S live]) was the unluckily number 13, and while we aren't particularly superstitious, that just seemed unnecessary for Z's room. So we instead opted for the route number that matches Z's month and day of birth, the number 8, which still reaches Oxford Circus, Tottenham Court Road, and St. Paul from its origins in East London. Nothing like a little piece of the East End on the Eastside -- of Seattle, that is.

Turn the lights down low

Another step towards transitioning Zachary to his own room: last night I installed a dimmer in his new bedroom. The previous binary on/off switch had been a problem over the last few days; his clothes have made the move into his new room, and when I'd try to get him dressed while (sadly) it was still dark outside, there was either random guesses as to clothes or brief flips of the light. For his end, Zachary likes to turn on the lights and then squint/smile/hide his eyes. Alas, he's started doing this in our room as well, which is not exactly the best way to open your eyes at 5:30 in the morning.