The following two things were either seen or heard at our little homestead over the past couple of days.
Thing One: The SYO abruptly leaves the room in which we were both hanging out. No less than 30 seconds later, I heard: Mama? What was I doing in here?
Thing Two: During a sink-bath, Big began urnating a steady fountain-like upward stream. While doing so, apparently recognizing a little game that I play with him using either the water spigot or some of his dinosaur bath toys that spray out of their mouths, he makes an attempt to grab at his pee-stream with his newly discovered pincer grasp*!
Thank goodness he has not yet reached the next developmental milestone: "Once your baby perfects grasping, throwing isn't far behind, so watch out. Many babies enjoy hurling their toys and having you pick them up."
*A developmental milestone which lets him pick up small objects such as beads between his thumb and forefinger.