The James Fountain

What can he do? Well, James counts among his many talents a strong grip, lifting his head, bending himself into strange positions, and expelling various bodily fluids with tremendous force, often with a particular aim. He excels in pee, though he is improving in spit up. So far, he's hit his father and his grandmother with the spit up. The pee, however, has reached a wider audience. He has hit Kristin's wall (twice), Patrick, me, Grandma, the ottoman in Grandma and Grandpa's family room, and the somewhat arrogant doctor. I commended him for that last one.

He cannot yet smile, though it sometimes looks like he can if he has gas. Oh. Gas. That's something else he's good at. Of course, it's adorable gas, so nobody minds.

He does make eye contact with people, but doesn't seem to focus on things that are farther away from him. I'm not sure how long it takes before he can watch things that are happening around him. Patrick took him for a stroll today, and we'll take him on another tomorrow. Perhaps he will soon enjoy looking at all sorts of things around him.

We go back to the doctor tomorrow. After his incredible feat of gaining almost a pound in a twenty-four hour period, we'll see what he was able to accomplish in forty-eight. I did get on the scale with him today, and then get on without him. The difference was 6.2 pounds. I can't imagine that's right, though he is looking a bit more round (in a cute way). We'll see what they say tomorrow.