Oh, I mean Happy New Year! It's a holiday, right? A reason for celebration? An excuse to sport the new clothes you got for Christmas, put on some lip gloss, and party with friends until 2 AM, when you drive home on high alert, being sure to avoid any drivers who seem to be unable to commit to a lane...
Well, instead of watching the ball drop, I plan to be in bed. Of course, I'll be up about an hour later to feed the punk. He likes to snack at 1 am. But before that, we will spend his awake time watching him make faces. It's one of our favorite pastimes.
We call this one Duck Lips:
He also likes to do things with his hands, like give high fives.
If he has his hand in a fist and we stroke his skin, he'll slowly open up his hand so we can play with his long fingers. He's very grabby. When I went to cut the umbilical cord, he surprised me by reaching up and grabbing the scissors! He'll be a great pianist. Or maybe a cellist! Yeah, that's it, a cellist!