i am starting to have a complex. no matter if i am standing him on my lap to have a heart-to-heart conversation, sitting him on the kitchen counter in his little baby chair, or even nursing... there is always, ALWAYS something more vitally important and fascinating just out of sight over one of his shoulders. such that, he must twist and turn and squeal and reach and thrash and squirm to get it.
i suppose this is the price one pays when one's baby starts to figure out you're not the only thing of interest in the world. i support and encourage this knowledge, and welcome the proof of the development of his ever-wrinkling little brain. i just wish this discovery didn't hurt my wrists so much!