Thursday, December 4, 2008

On Being Three Months Old

Three months is a vulnerable time.

Asher has been around long enough to have some control over his hands, but he can't grab anything, with them. Not reliably. They just flop around or -more frequently- are gripped tightly in a fist. White knuckle tight. For hours.

And he is still tiny, only now he can see well enough to know it. Things are very far away now, and they never used to be. They used to be closer.

Asher is sitting in a Bumbo, not on a potty. In case you wanted to know.

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