He's getting one. Or growing into it? Somehow he's slowly becoming his own little guy. It's crazy fun. All I know is that when the weekend comes and I get to see a full day of his cycle, it's way exciting -- every week seems to bring more life and awareness to his world.

Unlike Jeanine though, I seem to find myself all about the next episode. Not that I don't totally love each and every non-crying minute of him in his current state; it's just that each new development is excitingly addictive. Every new little trick, sound, laughter, movement is such a rush! Like all of the sudden this last Wednesday he decided that if Mommy or Daddy blows on his closed fist he's gonna find it funny. Trying that on Tuesday night would have done nothing. Now, though, the hand-blowing thing is high comedy. A week and a half ago, me going "uh oh!" was the trick to the instant smile. Now? He needs new material. He's a demanding audience, but I love trying to find the sweet spot.

So enjoy some new pictures and I'll work out the next funny bit.