Colin wants to eat everything. His hands, my hands, my hair, his blankets, toys, books, the signs I make for his weekly photo shoots, photos on the fridge, my camera, and anything I'm eating, for starters.
Along with wanting to eat things, he wants to hold them. This means that I haven't worn my hair down in months (he pulls hard!), and have had help with such important tasks as spilling water while I'm trying to drink and pulling my camera off the desk. Fortunately I have very fast hands, but I've learned to be a little more careful about where I leave things.
After last month's monumental back-to-front roll, he has shown less interest in flipping over and more interest in scooting. If I put him on his tummy and leave him to his own devices, he will scoot and pivot around in his spot, all 360 degrees, amid much grunting and drooling.
He has a new party trick which involves me putting him down anywhere near a blanket or cloth diaper. Within seconds he has put the fabric up over his face and is flailing his arms and giggling. I assume this means he is trying to smother himself, and run over to rescue him. He laughs. Repeat 8,000,000 times a day.
In the past month we have had both our best night's sleep to date (11 uninterrupted hours!), and our worse (it's hard to keep track when you spend the whole night sitting in a chair in the nursery). The crazy pollen we have is making it tough for the poor guy to breathe easily when he's lying down, so I'll be glad when it passes.
We went to the beach with him for the first time. The first weekend it was a little breezy and chilly, so he hung out and watched the waves. The second weekend he tried out the water. He also wore the most hysterical sunglasses I have ever seen.
Overall, he is perfect, life is wonderful, and I am happy and adore every second we spend together (even the ones at 3 AM).