Baby W has discovered his hands. They spend most of their time in his mouth, but he takes occasional breaks from chewing on them to grab things. Previously ignored rattles are now incredibly interesting. A particular favorite is the fish rattle made by Verbafacio:

In action:

A baby mystery: why is yawning not contagious for babies? When Baby W yawns, it makes me yawn. When I yawn, Baby W just stares. No yawning. I wonder when yawning becomes contagious?

So, a few weeks ago, I came across this series of albums called Rockabye Baby. Someone out there got the bright idea to turn perfectly good rock music into lullabies. As in, music from AC/DC, Metallica, Queen, and the like. Listen to samples here or at Amazon.

This is clearly just another (yet ingenious and rather funny) addition to the baby-industrial complex designed only to pull more money out of parents’ wallets. And it’s aimed pretty squarely at people like us who (a) are roughly our age, (b) like this music, and (c) have the disposable income to baby random baby stuff like this. (We did, after all, actually have a serious conversation about what the first song we’d play for Baby W would be. But that’s another story.) At least they’re not claiming any sort of developmental benefits from the music. This can only, however, be yet another sign of the impending downfall of western civilization. I mean, really, how could making a muzak lullaby version of Led Zeppelin songs not be?

Naturally, we bought two.

Sheep make wool, which becomes yarn…thus, sheep are knitting-related. Even if they’re on a towel. As these sheep are, on a kitchen towel we bought somewhere in Scotland and which now hang above Baby W’s changing table. He loves the sheep. He twists around to look at them. He smiles at them. He talks to them. They can entertain him endlessly. So I, too, love them.

Something else that makes me happy: Baby W has started sleeping through the night on a regular basis.

Let’s hope this lasts. If so, there may even be significant knitting in my future!