The Best Thing About Waking Up

is not Folger's in my cup, but play time with Gilbert. Originally, he was would sleep most of the morning and then upon waking demand a boob. Now, his new morning pattern is to want to play before feeding.

So, I get up early and get cleaned up. He is typically awake cooing in his crib as he stares at the black and white mobile overhead waiting for me to pick him up. We gather on the couch for some quality face-to-face and I get to enjoy his smiles, laughing, talking, and on occasion farting (this morning, he destroyed not only his diaper, but his onesee and sleep sack. Where does all that poo come from, really?).

For the past few weeks his hands and arms have been quite active. We've snapped some awesome photos only to capture a blur of his arms and hands because of the fast movement. He's developing quite the karate chop as he reaches for objects in front of him. However, without his depth perception fully in place yet, it is often 'swing and a miss'. He's whacked both Kristen and I a few times in the face as well as hitting himself on the noggin too.

His favorite item to grab right now is his burp cloth. He loves the texture and often will latch on with both hands, pull it into the center of his body and attempt to put some portion of the cloth in his mouth for a taste test. It is pure joy to watch.

If he does grab my fingers, he either attempts to eat them or, on occasion, will pull himself up especially if he's already in somewhat of a sitting position (see the photos).