Greek Introduction: Baby in a Backpack - Day 3

Somehow I woke up today and was informed it was Sunday. I’m not sure how we left on Friday and woke up in Greece two days later, but that’s the story I’m being told.

The baby has jet lag apparently. He woke us up at 2:45 am, which was 7:45 pm his time, and was ready to play. We tried to ply him with food, a pacifier, song, and caressing for two hours before he finally nodded off, at his normal American bedtime. So I guess his body doesn’t care what country he’s in...internal clock is internal clock.

And once he went to sleep, he slept like a...well, a baby. We had to force him awake seven hours later to eat. And his schedule has been off all day.

Even though he finally met his grandfather yesterday, he got to visit with him today. We were apprehensive, because he wasn’t too happy when he first met him. We were hoping it was just hunger and weariness. And it appears that it was. Troy was a superstar! He talked to his grandfather, sat on his lap, touched his face, and played with the zipper on his sweater. At one point, Troy gave him a hug and touched his nose to his grandfather’s. And later he pulled a tissue out of the box and offered it to his grandfather. All of these are grand gestures for Troy. It’s a sign of acceptance and respect.