Finding his fists...well actually his thumb for that fact. Last week he truly sucked his thumb and calmed himself down.
He
smiles and coos all the time. It's so funny because after he is half
way done with his bottle he'll just smile away and talk your ear off.
(Maybe this is a reason why he's not interested in finishing his
bottle.) He's becoming a pretty social little baby.
He loves to hold your fingers, especially when he eats. Also, when he
gets flustered, he starts grabbing for anything and everything. As soon
as you offer a finger or two he holds on tight and settles down. Maybe
it's because that's all we could do the first few months of his life. Touch his little head and hold his little hand.
Tummy time...is not the most favorite time around our house. Andrew is still working on gaining control of that little noggin of his. He's doing so much better, but still struggles especially when he's tired. So we're doing trying to do tons of this...as much as he'll tolerate.
As we were going through so pictures the other day Stephen saw this one.
Sometimes we forget how small these boys really were when they were born. When people find out he's a preemie they always ask how much he weighed. Our response of 2lb 7oz is so hard to comprehend. Well, here's a comparison we took. He really has come a long way and truly fits his name. strong & courageous