29 Weeks

Mohs has mastered the army crawl, and even more exciting this week, has learned to launch -- he will pull his little legs up underneath of him and push off like a frog to get closer to what he wants.  perhaps babies named after scientists automatically model themselves after spacecraft. he even does it in the bathtub because he's trying to get to the drain (yuck, why are kids obsessed with that nasty hole from which things never return?)

here i caught him just before he and the killer whale he was riding dove over the side.  he's so brave.  i love this photo because it shows his little nose and eyelashes are so perfect.


Mohs is also old enough that silence is no longer golden, but suspicious.  i caught him silently gnoshing on this three-day-old apple that P left on his exersaucer.  his little huddled posture and fervent glances gave away that he knew he had struck gold and was biding his time...

aaaaaaand just when i knew he couldn't get any cuter, he started sticking his little tongue out when he's playing.