Hamish has discovered two new things this week. One, he can suck his bottom lip in, making him look like a surprised duck. This is a good thing because while he's doing this, he's not drooling. The second thing is that if he purses his lips and blows. This is a bad thing because when he's doing this, he is
drooling. And spitting. And blowing bubbles.
We've been cycling toys around as they get soaked in spit, and trying to keep him entertained with new toys. Many of them will become more useful when he can reliably reach them or move to them, but he does get some fun out of anything we can attach to stuff and he can beat to death or eat.
I remain convinced he'll walk before he can crawl - face down is screaming time, whereas propped up he can stand quite happily for a while. ... well, until he realises he is now shorter than everyone else, which is cause for screaming. (Dangerously close to the ground!) Fortunately this is fixed by turning him into hat baby and sitting him on my head.
He's taken to waking up after 30 minutes of a nap and fussing. This is a bit of a worry because it feels like he should be sleeping a lot more, and if we pick him up and resettle him, he goes back to sleep, so that's somewhat borne out. I'm not quite sure what it is that prevent him from resettling on his own, or from waking up completely - I'm guessing it something that'll work itself out, but the little daemons of paranoia tell me I'm destroying his ability to sleep on his own ever. Which, you know, personally is a goal of mine.goldengrove
got to host her mother's group last week, which was nifty. Apparently 7 people and 7 babies fill our lounge, which is not too surprising. Hamish looks scrawny against some of the boofers in his group - clearly a diet of roast chicken and chips is in order if he's going to keep up with them, let alone Chloe
As promised last week, photos of octopus wrestling
.. also bunny wrestling