“Babies are soft. Anyone looking at them can see the tender, fragile skin and know it for the rose-leaf softness that invites a finger’s touch. But when you live with them and love them, you feel the softness going inward, the round-cheeked flesh wobbly as custard, the boneless splay of the tiny hands. Their joints are melted rubber, and even when you kiss them hard, in the passion of loving their existence, your lips sink down and seem never to find bone. Holding them against you, they melt and mold, as though they might at any moment flow back into your body.” ~ Diana Gabaldon, Dragonfly in Amber
love this stage when babies like to sit, and all of a sudden they really spring into life, wanting to touch everything. Baby A was mesmerized with this twig touching her feet and made sure to sample it, hold it, and examine it!