My dad came to town for a visit this week. We mostly sat around while Moriarty slept on Phil's chest, or I fed Moriarty while Phil and I chatted, or we all played on the floor. We also took a visit to the park in Seattle (Ravenna Park) where I scattered some of my mother's ashes after she died. It's a very special place to me and this was Moriarty's first visit.

The next big highlight of the week was the smiling. There's been lots of smiling. Big enthusiastic smiles. Open mouthed smiles. Strange closed lip smiles. He's getting so social. He's also starting to make cooing and giggle-like noises. They're not well coordinated yet but they're really cute. We're still capturing it on video.

We started reading books this week. My first pick was The Very Hungry Caterpillar. Moriarty didn't look at the book once, he only looked at my face. That's pretty age appropriate. We also did our first round of Goodnight Moon. We have the board book and some of the pages are illustrated in black & white. I'm not sure about the more traditional paper version, but this was great for Moriarty. He is still very intruiged by strong contrast.

Lastly, sleep is hard. He can sleep very well, but not usually when he's in a swing or basinnet. I think he gets lonely and he is much more thrashy, grunty, flaily, screamy (in his sleep), and basically looks like he's having a fit for minutes at a time. My super mother senses make it impossible to sleep near this, when we're using a co-sleeper, or even listen over a baby monitor. What I think we figured out last night is that he really really really just wants to sleep on us. He slept a solid (quiet and minimally flaily) 4.5 hours on my chest in the recliner yesterday. Now we need to figure out the safest way to sleep in contact with him all night.