This morning, Fenix crawled over to Curtis, flopped onto his back right next to him, gently grabbed C's hand, and pulled it over his (F's) stomach. We think he meant "tickle me, daddy" because that's what happened next, and he laughed and laughed and laughed.
He has this game he plays on the way home, or in the car, or in bed now, or in the kitchen. He yells, and then we yell in synch. Over and over and over.
Have you ever called Goog-411? It's great, you call, talk as if you were inputting a command to google, and it phone-directory-connects you to whatever you like. But if you say something it can't interpret right away, the voice-recognition software burbles and blabs and tips and clicks until it figures it out. It sounds EXACTLY like the baby right now - trying out sounds, burbling, combining, whispering, playing with his tongue in his mouth. So cute. So if you want to hear what the baby sounds like now, call 800-GOOG-411, and ask for something strange, in a strange town.
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