I can grab! I can squeal! I attack Mom's chin and pull her hair on both sides when I want to eat. I can sit up all by myself (for a little while, anyway). I can reach for and lift wooden blocks to my mouth WHILE I am sitting by myself. I want desparately to eat solid food. I am finally not frowning every time I see the red eye light on the camera. I love doing the Happy Baby yoga pose. I'm so close to crawling that it is crazy. Grandma and Grandpa swear that I can catch and throw a ball. (Mom and Dad say it's more like pick up and drop a ball.)
I am curious as a kitty cat and very aware of my surroundings. It is almost impossible to nurse me when Daddy is in the house... because I just want to look at him. I throw my whole body away from Mom to catch a glance. I can tell what is familiar from what is new (Mom observed this when I gravitated to the parts on Baby Claire's exersaucer that are missing from my own and when I scrutinized our hotel room in New York -- and every other new room I ever go into). I use my hands and feet like tentacles to explore my surroundings... including extending out a curious foot to nudge at the milk collecting bottle on Mom's breast pump when she tried (and succeeded) at breast-pumping while nursing me. Wow, Mom, that's some serious multi-tasking. :)
I am very, very, very excited about life!
