Here We Go

Baby A has discovered the joy of rattles. He's been grabbing at things for weeks now but in the car yesterday (we don't own a car but rented one to visit LePapa's parents for the weekend) I put a rattle on his lap and observed. It was that classic plastic rattle with the three fruits hanging off of it. (Or maybe I just think it's a classic because D had one when she was little?) Anyhow, with much concentration he managed to pick it up and thrust it towards his mouth. This was the first time that I felt certain that he was using his hands with intention. It's amazing, really, to see this relatively helpless little creature learn how to use his body.

I remember when he was a newborn with limited newborn vision he would stare at the black-and-white Nikki McClure prints that we have on the wall, or at one of my brother's paintings that has a lot of black/white contrast, or out the window. Now he eyes the cat, his sister, and brightly-coloured toys - and one afternoon had a total fixation on D's doll, Chicken. Pretty soon he'll be sitting on the carpet playing with blocks, eh?