Adrian has begun to make noise purposefully. His rantings are filled with coos, gurgling and grunts. All of a sudden he had a lot to say, and has been talking ever since. The best times are right after he wakes, with long extended conversations and charming little smiles. He'll look you right in the eye and tell it like it is. Until he catches sight of the ceiling fan.

That dang ceiling fan. Once he locks eyes with it, all conversation is lost. Many a day we've lost the battle to the ceiling fan. And if it's on and turning... forget it.

I've found myself positioning my head directly in his line of view of it out of jealousy. Like a crazy person.