+ Squirmy monkey +
Do you notice a pattern? I hope you don't mind me calling you my "[insert adjective here] Monkey." I like it. It's better than "Stinky," which I had gotten in the habit of calling you. :-) I'm trying to break that one, because I reeeeeally don't want that to be a nickname. Your Grandma Laurie calls you that too.

At any rate, you are a squirmy little bugger. Grandma noticed it yesterday, and I've been noticing it for a while now. You just don't want to sit still, especially when you're eating or being burped. Holy cow, nursing is turning into an adventure! Your little legs, free from their harness during the day, kick anything and everything possible. Meanwhile, your butt goes in and out and your hands? Well, your hands are all OVER the place. There's nothing on my body you haven't grabbed, stroked, pinched, pushed on, pulled... You get the idea. It's cute, but a little unnerving. When you really get going, you just keep popping off my breast mid-suck. Your feet push you off, your hands push you off, and you bob right back on. It's a little gymnastics routine we have going. Funny, but kind of uncomfortable sometimes too.

You're really becoming a happy baby. Sometimes after you've eaten, you get a little whiny and squirmy, and if I don't feed you quickly enough when you're hungry, you might cry. Also in the evenings, you get a little fussy and it takes a while to calm you down into a nap. But that's all normal. Even Maria this morning said you've been really good at daycare, either sleeping or awake and happy. Good girl! You just keep soaking everything in, aware of everything. I love when I walk into a room, and you turn to look at me when you hear my voice. Just love it.

You're also starting to look less baby-ish. Oh, you still look like a baby, but your face is filling out like a little girl. You simply have The most beautiful eyes. They're kind of a mix of mine and Daddy's; they're a rich medium blue like Daddy's, with the dark ring of blue on the outside like mine. It's so pretty.

Enough babbling about you. We're embarking on a nice 3-day weekend, and we're going to spend lots of time with Daddy, who's really having a rough time right now. Our weekend mornings will be spent with you in bed with us, sleeping in. I love that time together, cuddling and watching you sleep. I hope we can keep this up for a long time. It makes my weekend days start off perfectly.