Cry of the Yeti

Jonathan is experimenting with his vocal cords these days. He has discovered how to make a truly awful combination squeal-crack-growl, which I think might have the power to shatter glass at close ranges. He uses this "cry of the yeti" for generalized happiness and delight. Now, when we put him under his beloved mobile, he performs it for the animals non-stop.

He is reaching out and grabbing, but only a few specified things. He loves to lace his fingers through the blankie Aunt Liz made him. He enjoys swiping at the elephant on his playmat - one day he is determined to get it into his mouth! And he'll take his wooden rattle out of our hands, and promptly swing it upwards into his eye. Close enough. I hope he learns how to satisfy his chewing needs soon. When I pull him up into a sitting position these days, he keeps right on going and face-plants himself onto my thumb, then starts to gnaw at it. It's very funny to watch, but it's wet.

Sunday was a busy day for us. We drove to DC and had a nice lunchtime visit with Grandma Kwon, and then on to Frederick for Helen's wedding shower. It was nice to see the old fraternity gang! Jonathan was quiet and wide-eyed, taking it all in. We got back home to Charlottesville just as the sleet began.