Turing’s Blog

But not this week.

Someone is becoming a giant. I take him to a gym class where there is another 3 month old, and he looks like he’s twice the volume of the other kid. Hauling him around keeps us tough, though.

Billy’s nickname for Turing is Bunny. I couldn’t resist. Fortunately, I have a knitting group that meets once a week so those suckers hold Turing while I knit. Unless he’s trying to keep me from making embarassing clothing for him by insisting that I am the only one who can hold him.

Also, be careful, yawns are contagious!

A year ago, he was one cell big. Now, he wouldn’t fit in me. Biology!

While tummy time is no fun at all, Turing gets good neck strengthening time by playing airplane:

Chins! They match!

1 mouth + 2 fists = something to think about.

Milk-fed, just like veal!

He is also camera aware . . . as in, will stop doing whatever thing he was doing as soon as the video camera comes out. This may be good as, when you mix a Turing machine with a dance machine, you get a Turing dance machine and trust me, the song I’m singing in my head is all Rock Opera.