While I was getting ready for work this morning, Mom put Caleb on the bed on his back. I heard him crying a couple of minutes later. Caleb had rolled over on his tummy. The problem was he does not know what to do with his arm yet, so he rolls onto it and it was pinned beneath his body. He didn't like this state of affairs. Mom, following her supernatural maternal instincts, sprang into action to go find the camera and snap a picture before freeing Caleb from his self-inflicted prison.
I wish I had a camera for this last story, or to be more accurate, a video, because it left us wide eyed. Tonight, we were sitting on the bed hanging out. I was standing Caleb in front of me, but he kept twisting his body to look at something over his shoulder. I turned him around and figured out what he was looking at. He leaned forward in my hands to reach for his pacfier which was now in front of him on the bed. He picked it up with his hand and brought it to his mouth with the nipple facing the right direction. He got the nipple into his mouth, but he didn't hold on to it long enough to get a good suck on it, so it fell right back out of his mouth. Mom and I just stared at him amazed at the level of recognition and coordination he displayed. We will now anxiously watch for more signs of high level cognition.
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