My hands are my new best friends. They fascinate me every day. I stare at them and cross my eyes sometimes. I concentrate on them so hard, especially when they are clasped together and I cannot separate them.
They usually end up in my mouth, and I rub my eyes when I am sleepy. I also bat my bottle out of Mommy's hand sometimes because I am so strong.
When I have tummy time, I usually chew on my fist.
Flexing my guns!
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