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You've started reaching for things. It looks like you're controlling your arm with an etch-a-sketch over, up, over, up, no! too far! back down! over again . . . CONTACT!
I was flattered that my face was the first thing you reached for, until I realized that's because we rarely give you toys or put you in the baby gym or anything. I guess you're not an inert newborn anymore.
It's still hard to believe that someday you'll be potty-training yourself and singing entire songs and reading every letter you see out loud.
You've started reaching for things. It looks like you're controlling your arm with an etch-a-sketch over, up, over, up, no! too far! back down! over again . . . CONTACT!
I was flattered that my face was the first thing you reached for, until I realized that's because we rarely give you toys or put you in the baby gym or anything. I guess you're not an inert newborn anymore.
It's still hard to believe that someday you'll be potty-training yourself and singing entire songs and reading every letter you see out loud.
posted by Mama Pajama @ 10:34 PM
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