As of about a week ago, Joey now officially plays games. Like, real baby games. He has been steadily turning into a real little person, with a personality and everything, but he actively played with me for the first time just recently.
At bedtime -- which is far and away his best time of day -- he has turned into quite the octopus. I remember this stage from Sam; whenever it's time to put a diaper on, the only important thing in the world is to roll away. Turns out Joey is a strong little chunk; to put his diaper on, I frequently have to hold both his shoulders down with my feet while my hands do up the velcro.
I digress.
I had just gotten his diaper on when he -- surprise! -- rolled away and started crawling into the playroom. I scooped him up and brought him back so I could on his jammies and he giggled at me, rolled away and started crawling. I scooped him up again; same process. This time, though, when he started to crawl, he stopped, looked back at me over his shoulder, and giggled while he tore off. We must have done that half a dozen times, with him laughing as he rolled by the end of it. It was very cool.
He now also plays peekaboo. He'll grab a pillow, or a blanket, or a piece of plastic bubble wrap, or whatever's to hand, really, and pull it over his face. We'll make a big fuss about finding him, and he'll uncover himself and laugh like a loon -- charming.
