He likes to hum along and make sounds. He's definitely got the "bzzzzzzzzz" of the bee. This morning he was trying to match the tone of the coffee grinder. I made a chord with him by singing the third. It kind of made my day.
He really likes it when I do the frog's "ribbit" and do my froggie tongue. He tries to mimic me.
He can put more stinky poop in a diaper than I ever imagined. Contrary to what I thought before he came, it doesn't make me hurl. That would be not-so-sweet, but only ok.
He will kind of sit still for a book now. He really likes the books with the "peek-a-boo" windows to open.
He sleeps 11-12 hours a night without hardly making a peep. I think this is because he hardly stops moving all day long except for a shortish nap.
He already has a mischevious grin and sidelong glance. It already makes me nervous.
He is laughing at my best "Mama means it" strict-face. This makes me nervous too.
And did I mention his little deep-throated maniacal laugh? (you can hear that here) Sometimes he will use it in context of doing something slightly naughty. I am going to surely be a woman of prayer.
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