Peek-a-boo, in many variations, is the game du jour. Today as I was making the bed, I laid him in the middle and covered him with the sheet. Then I'd pull it away and he'd laugh and laugh.
I bought him a new toy last week, plastic blocks. He can pick up one in each hand. Then he'll chew on one, and bang the other against the blocks on the floor. A few weeks ago he could only hold one thing at a time. Now he passes things from one hand to the other, and he'll twist his hand around to look at it from different angles.
This month we're going to get professional pictures taken. I kinda wish I'd done it earlier, he changes so much so quickly. But it's not like I don't have any pictures of him. ;) I have to figure out a good way to post video. I love watching the little clips that we have. Especially the first one, when he was about 2 minutes old and I was still in surgery getting stitched up, and couldn't see him. Was it that long ago?
The days lately are a blur and I fear I'm not taking the time to appreciate them for what they are. I still have to remind myself constantly that this will be over before I know it. Sure it will get even better as the time goes by, but I don't want to miss this either.
This week we'll be starting the weaning process. That's how La Leche League talks about starting solids. I never really thought of it that way, but it is true: the first bites of other foods are the first steps toward independent eating, and away from nursing (even though we'll still be nursing for quite awhile). To phrase it that way makes it sound bittersweet, even though I'm excited for him being able to try new things. In our childbirth classes (so long ago!), the instructor said at one point that parenting is all about letting go, starting with birth.
Anyway, I'm being all sentimental and mushy, so let's end on a high note.
I love this kid. :-)