The Adventures of Wiggle Baby

Now that I have a firm grasp on things, I’m trying to use them appropriately. This is difficult. For example, I can grab a glass of water and put it to my mouth, but I have not yet determined the best way to extract the beverage from said glass. For now, I’m using a tongue-based approach, in the style of our oft-maligned resident housecat. This may be the only time I will ever agree with the cat.

Although I can hold onto objects without difficulty, I am still prone to randomly flinging them to non-trivial distances. On the bright side, I’m increasingly capable of fetching the item if it’s within arm’s reach. (Usually, it isn’t.)

Worst of all, many objects seem to be off-limits for chewing/tasting, and this makes me grumble. I did manage to score — and subsequently mangle — some sweet tasty playing cards earlier this week, but this did little to rectify my frustration with being disallowed to gnaw on bottles of diaper cream or whatever plausibly unsanitary item has caught my eye.

In non-object news, I enjoyed the company of many recent visitors, and I took a long ride in the Big People vehicle to visit my new friends and grandma. I also helped my mom celebrate her birthday, got some good sleep, and generally giggled a lot.

Of all the amazing things I’ve discovered, none compare to the wonder of my own feet. I mean, when you’re laying on your back and you need something to grab onto, why not grab your foot? It’s right there. Once you’ve got it, you might as well kick it in and out — resulting in a weird, robotic, half-body horizontal dance.

When I do tire of my foot (which, let’s be honest, rarely happens) I find that sticking out my tongue for no reason is an acceptable replacement. Sometimes I like to combine this with “blahalala” sounds, but I can assure you I’m just testing things and not being sassy.

A few days ago I turned five months old, which means I’m strong and everything is funny. Specifically, I like to pretend I’m flying through the air when someone holds me up, while making airplane sound effects. I’m into peekaboo games, nose-related honking, general physical comedy, and rolling around (still with assistance.) Though I can be entertained with traditional toys and books, I am disproportionately interested in lotion bottles and cardboard boxes.

Basic tasks seem easier now. Sitting up: easy. Laying on tummy: pretty easy. Sleeping: not so bad. Playing in jumpy chair contraption: easy, and awesome!

A last item of note is that I appear to be regrowing some fuzzy hair in my upper cranial region, and it’s a quite light blonde. We’ll see how that turns out. Also up for grabs is my future eye color, which is currently some wacky mix of blue, brown and green — I’m calling it Blazel for now.