This week Grey learned to punch, or bang his fist. He learned to pet the cat, and hold paws with him. He learned to stick his tongue out. He loves to be thrown into the air, to fly like superbaby, and to be startled. His favorite game is peekaboo. When you roll him onto his tummy he doesn't usually move forward, instead he spins in a circle on the bed. Mike says his rudder is stuck. Now that he has mastered the raspberry, he has a new ambition to make a silly noise, but I can't even describe that noise in words. It involves sticking the tongue out, so he's well on his way!
Greyson will be five months old next week. I thought it was amazing that I grew a human being inside myself, but it's more amazing that I can sustain this ever-changing, learning, wonderful miracle grow baby. No wonder I'm always hungry!
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