Ever since he discovered his hands a few days ago, he's constantly playing with them and grabbing his bib. He keeps himself so entertained.
I think he's gearing up to punch me.
First he wants to punch me, now he's glaring at me. I'm a little scared.
His boredom passed once it was time for bed and then he was in a great mood.
Maybe a little too good. He was so giggly and sleep was no where in sight.
|"I'm having a grrrrrrreat time tonight. Wish you were here, Daddy. Goodnight!"|