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Milestone: Good Grip

Tuesday evening, Sven was bouncing in his bouncer, gripping a teething ring in his right hand, and "talking" when Scott came home.

Addressing the baby, Scott commented, "I completely missed you learning how to hold stuff!"  And that was when I realized I needed to chronicle this particular milestone.

Here's the run-down on Sven's hand-related abilities:
* He grabs for everything but doesn't really have the precision to get what he wants.  Unless it's my hair.  Ouch!
* He will do the two-handed close to get big stuff (like a stuffed animal).  But if he can't hold it in his tightly closed fist, he will only be able to hold it between his forearms and will soon drop it.
* Carl loves to give him teething rings and he loves to hold those.  He just needs some help to get it in his hand.
* He really likes to hold a blanket, bring it to his mouth and suck on it.  That's the coolest because it means he can see something, want it, grab it, and get it where he wants it to be.
* He really tries to get my food at dinnertime but can't manage it at all.  That makes me laugh; I've never had a kid so interested in food at such a young age.  I don't give him any but he sits on my lap while I eat with his eyes, hands, and mouth wide, obviously wanting to try it.  Fortunately, he hasn't gotten frustrated with my refusals yet.

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