It's Friday, which must mean . . .

On your play mat, under the mobile.
Originally uploaded by tyahma.

Videos. And lot's of them.
Numbah Uno (with Mama on the soundtrack)
Numbah Zwei
Numbah Troi
Numbah Four
Numbah Fizzive (with AA). You are getting much stronger, and kicking like nobody's business, and also attempting to stand up despite your inability to control your neck. You still haven't figured out that your hands and feet are under your control and connected to the rest of you, but we will save the existential questions for when you can spell the word.
Posted by Pops.

Slightly off note.

So I had to keep you engaged for a while on Sunday, and tried something new: nursery rhymes. The largest issue is that I don't know any nursery rhymes. Or I don't remember them. Only "If Your Happy and You Know It" was stuck in my cranium, primarily because your Auntie Sheelagh had been singing it to your cousin Ally.
Oh, and I can't sing. But we surfaced these hot hits and began kicking the jams, Pops-crooner style. I got buck wild with "Pat-a-cake, Pat-a-cake" and managed to parley that into a medley that included "My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean." I don't even think that is a real nursery rhyme, but your mother seems to know it. Maybe its a European thing that got abandoned when America's forefathers were snatching Manhattan for a handful of beads.
At the end of the entire thing (I sang you at least 11 songs) you spit up. I understand the Times is looking for an additional music critic, precocious one.
Posted by Pops.

Posing on your play mat for Mama

Chilling on the play mat 04.
Originally uploaded by tyahma.

I loved how you looked in this cross over, tight fitting onesie so much that I just had to take a picture. You've gained weight nicely and you now have a little bit of meat on your tiny bones. Guess my milk is doing something... looking good mon petit chou chou!
Posted by Mama