Looky Loo

The past few days I have been looking around a lot more. Dad, Mom, and Unc call that "eye time" and trade off who gets to hold me when I'm looking around. Whether they're busy or not, someone is always ready to pause what they're doing to give me attention and talk to me or make faces. At the restaurant last night I started fussing in my carrier. Everyone assumed I was hungry (which is a safe bet, since I'm always hungry). However, I just sat around holding tightly to mom's necklace (shiny!) and taking in the scenes for a long time. Everything is so new and fascinating.