Tummy time. Definitely NOT my favorite. Why Mom think's it's ok to stick me helpless and immobile on my belly for 15 minutes a day is beyond me. Although now that I've discovered how to use my legs better, it's not nearly as bad as it used to be.
Grabbin' stuff. I'm working on honing my fine motor control. It's still a work in progress, but so far I've managed to grab this spatula and my dragonfly toy pretty consistently. It's holding onto them long enough to get them into my mouth that's the problem.
Hangin' out with Mom. Mom and me are tight. She pretty much thinks I'm the coolest thing since sliced bread and the cutest thing since puppy dogs were invented. We're getting dressed up for the football game in this picture. I don't mind going to the games, but all that noise and stuff puts me to sleep. Mom's trying to teach me the fight song. I have the rah-rahs down pretty well...Dad and I both got pretty cranky when TCU beat BYU last week. (I hang out with Dad a lot too, but he doesn't take many pictures. )
Trying to put my hands in my mouth. If you only knew how good my hands tasted, you'd understand. Too bad they won't both fit in there at once.
Playing in my bouncy seat. This is the coolest toy EVER! Mom can stick me in this thing for 20 whole minutes before I realize that she's in the other room. It's got this doggy head that bounces and a kitty that hangs down so I can kick it (I think I take after my great uncle Ted). The bouncy seat must be partially invisible to grown-ups because Mom and Dad both trip over it a lot. It's pretty funny when they do.
2 comments:
Very cute, Jenni.
Oh My Noah! It looks like your fine motor skills, while not yet refined, involve some complicated typing. You are too cute! Zoe and I can't wait to see you!
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