Playtime has become one of our morning rituals. I never knew how much I would love a schedule until I had a baby. Schedules are amazing, and ours includes some time for Jett to interact with his toys right after his bath. How could watching an infant stare at a colorful plastic toy for five minutes fill my heart to the rim? No idea, but it does. There really isn't much to playtime right now besides the toy stare down and an occasional toy grab that actually seems intentional. And then there is the cooing. Oh my, why do they ever have to learn how to talk? His coos are just about the sweetest thing I've ever heard.
I love to see how everyday he changes ever so slightly. It's subtle, but it's there. Day by day he is responding differently to his world. His neck is getting stronger during tummy time. He also doesn't seem quite as frustrated at the fact that he can't push himself up or lift his head for more than a few seconds. I'm doing my best at taking it all in. I keep telling myself to remember this or that, basically to remember everything about him. But time is moving too quickly as it always does, and it's also moving slowly. Slow enough for me to absorb every bit of this, which I'm thankful for.