That’s the theme music from 2001: A Space Odyssey. Play it in your head while you look at this picture:
At 71 days old, a rattle that I was holding near Amelia got grabbed away from me and shaken. I took this picture.
Her 72nd day was spent closing her hands around anything available–toys, blankets, clothes, my hair–and cooing incessantly, then complaining incessantly when things slipped outside of her reach (which means anywhere but on her chest… most often under her elbows). She’s also beginning to drool on everything. I understand now why everyone gave us bibs.
Gosh bless her and her budding abilities. But man, is she ever wearing herself out. On the plus side, she’s sleeping twelve-hour nights now, which is awesome.