Noah figured out today how to maneuver those strange things on the ends of his arms to touch stuff.

He's been staring intently at things for a couple of weeks now, and he's occasionally batted at stuff with the backs of his hands.

But today, I held a stuffed lion up in front of him (his name is Bobby Lion, by the way -- my husband's little twist on Sam's ever-present Baby Lion), and he put his hands straight out and grabbed onto the fuzzy face.

First try. No hesitation. Those hands hit exactly where he wanted them to go.

It made me look at him in a new light. He's not my teeny, tiny infant anymore. He's in the "baby" stage now.

This means I need to do a few things:

1. Get my long hair cut to keep it from being yanked out of my head

2. Make sure all possible choking hazards are well out of his reach

3. Prepare myself for the oh-so-fun game of "Pick Up Everything I Drop At Least 50 Times"