God, he's an annoyed little bitchy bundle of flesh lately. Mister Aran says it's because he's developing, getting smarter. He spends all his time awake buzzing around like Johnny Five in the big city: "Input, input, input!" If you leave him alone, even with toys and stuff, for one minute, he gets very upset. He wants you to watch. He needs to see your face. He's very studious.

He can't even stay on the breast. He used to be very meditative and focused when eating, but no more. Now he pops on then pops immediately off, as if something incredible is about to happen on his favorite soap opera and he's going to miss it.

He has trouble staying asleep, and when he does finally rest, he dreams. He talks in his sleep, smiles and frowns, even laughs and whimpers. I can't imagine what he must be learning. It would all be much more cool to watch if he'd just let me sleep a bit longer, but he wakes up when I put him down.

Along with all this annoying stuff is some great stuff. He sings along with us, now, and he freaks out with joy when Mister Aran plays rough with him. There's a lot of spontaneous laughter, and he smiles when he sees me in the morning. There are more facial expressions and more impatience. He gets bored with things he understands. He is moving on to something else, and I feel behind.