Grip teaches Gram how to roll over from front to back. She thinks it’s fun.
Erin was fascinated by my toes. She’s not used to toes that big.
Unkle George holds his niece Erin. Great-Aunt Bridie holds Grip. You can’t really tell from the picture, but Erin was fascinated — she kept reaching out to touch Grip’s face. I think it’s love.
This is what I see right before I kiss him, which is pretty dang frequently.
Somehow he sensed that it was raining, and didn’t want anything to do with it.
Grip’s cousin Penelope _loves_ him. It’s just over-the-top cute. “Bippin! Bippin!” Here she is taking care of him, which is apparently the central obsession in her life at this point. What a sweetheart.
Another recent development: smiles! It’s still sporadic, but Mom and I are certain that some of these increasingly-frequent smiles are in response to stimuli. I think he likes us!
He’s finally starting to discover his thumb. What he’s _not_ doing, contrary to the promises made by certain early childhood development books, is using his thumb to “content” himself. For that, he still accepts boob and boob only.
He _loves_ the bath. And really, who doesn’t?
Preparing for a bath. He sure does look tiny, doesn’t he?