32 (I think)

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.