Anyway, when he babbles it's great fun, and often he babbles away and then turns to look at you expecting you to respond. I'm sure this will get more and more deliberate, I remember cousin Ryan (now almost 5) as a toddler babbling away with great concentration and direct eye contact, and he'd get very impatient when you didn't respond.
And the kicking and flapping! This is partly why people who pass us by on the street all get the giggles. When I was pregnant FFM moved around so much that I was worried I'd never get any sleep. True to prenatal predictions he continues his frantic workout every day, all the time. Note, this film is NOT sped up and it's blurry because he's moving really fast! I apologize for the really shaky camera work, I was trying really hard not to laugh and it wasn't working!
My mom and brothers will totally get the following pictures. No matter what we do these days FFM rolls over to sleep on his tummy. I'm a die hard tummy sleeper (pregnancy sucked) as are my brothers. Must be genetic...FFM really is related to me!


This was FFM's first trip to a true beach, one where we let him sit and play in the sand. Just like most everything these days he puts whatever he can reach directly into his mouth, this includes sand. I don't think he ate too much as I haven't changed any diapers full of sand, and it has to come out the way it goes in. We had a great time, the water was pleasant, a little cool which felt good after the hot day, and we stayed in the shallow water and watched the surfers play out in the big waves.
FFM in his rashy. Everyone here wears these. It's not a wetsuit, it's more like an all over swim suit that protects you from the sun. In surfing, a rashy (rash guard) offers protection not only from the sun, but also from irritation and rash caused by sliding up on the board. Travis is wearing his, it's just a shirt.
FFM is a great water baby, he and I play in the pool all the time and he's comfortable going completely under. Today we had our first official swim lesson and he 'swam' through a hoop placed underwater. 'Swimming' is simply the instructor giving him a healthy shove in my direction and me catching him underwater while he kicks and wiggles like mad. We'd never done that before, but he came up out of it with a big grin on his little face. I'm so glad he likes the water, I'll admit it would be hard for me (who surely is part fish) if he didn't.

