Squig-tone, as we affectionately call Glenn, is approaching the milestone of crawling. All the right moves are there. He can roll over to something interesting if he's on his back or on his belly. He can "stomach" tummy-time for extended periods and enjoys it...until he can't take it anymore. You can see he has the desire to propel himself forward, but right now he can only manage to go backward, which is the point at which he becomes irritated. Soon, though, he will get his knees underneath him and his butt in the air and then it's just a matter of coordinating his legs and arms to generate the movement he expects. Right now, I am pretty content with the fact that he's still immobile. It means that I can take a shower without someone having to watch him for me. He just sits in his bouncy seat in the bathroom (where I can see him through the shower door) with a mound of toys to suck on and drop to the floor. About 5-10 random toys will last him as long as my shower. His favorite thing right now is the cap from one of his bottles. Speaking of showers, he's graduated from his newborn/toddler tub to the big tub...the picture in the last post was in the big jacuzzi tub. Because it is a deep tub, I have to sit on the edge (and at the same time soak my feet) to keep him safe. I could also wash him in the kitchen sink, if I needed to. That has not been done yet. Glenn enjoys being tickled and laughing in delight. He's toothless and still has that perfect baby smile. His eyes are bright and his favorite observations are of Elsa, or Hugo and Oliver. He lights up when he sees them. And he goes nuts when he sees his Daddy. My favorite thing about him right now is his babbling and noise-making. He can drone out one sound just for the sake of exerting one full breath of air to get that sound out...it starts out loud and wanes by the end. I've got to record that. Here's a picture of him today. Doo doo doo, de da da da...is all I want to say to you.