It started about two weeks ago now, the silent ballet of HBomb’s hands. It’s a clutching. A grabing. An intermingling of fingers. A Montogomery Burns hand wringing. This ballet of his.

I first noticed it while giving him his 11PMish feeding. While he stared at me, his fingers danced their ballet over one another. I woke up Jen.

“Look at this!” I exclaimed, hardly in my late night bedtime voice.

“What?’ She asked, suddenly wide awake.

I felt bad that I was waking her up for it. But when I showed her, I realized, as I had hoped, that she was just as excited about it as I.

Now it’s become a grasping of things. He grabs his blanket and like a drunk hoists it toward his mouth. He’ll grab my fingers and do the same. It’s slow going, but eventually everything he can move finds his mouth. Though rarely does it make it in.

These are amazing times for our new family. Amazing,