Because my memory stinks, and I can only photograph so much…
- It didn’t take Bear long to start grabbing onto my hand while feeding him, and I thought that was pretty cool. But within the last week or so he upped the ante but reaching out for my face. He brings his right hand up onto my chest and wiggles his fingers, and when I put my chin on his hand he starts grabbing my beard.
- He doesn’t do it as much these days, but when Bear sneezes he usually ends with one sort of half-sneeze. It’s like he goes one too far and just ends up making what sounds more like an exasperated sigh. It’s so friggin’ cute I want to throw myself down a flight of stairs when I hear it. I would love to get a video of it, but unless I’m prepared to stand by him all day with a camera and blow pepper at him, it’s probably not going to happen.
- Although he can’t roll over on demand, Bear still loves to scoot around his crib apparently. I go in to get him for a feeding and he’s usually 45 or 90 degrees from where I left him.
Advertisement
