I think you’ve officially hit the stage where everything goes into your mouth. Mainly, it’s your left fist that finds your mouth. I can only think that you’re telling me that you’re hungry, so that’s about the time we feed you.
You coo and talk to so much. Your smile is getting bigger. You’re happy all the time, except when I use the bulb on your nose; darn allergies. You’re positively a stud, kiddo.