Up to this point, my life consisted of three things: sleeping, eating and crying. It was ok, but I've stumbled upon another exciting activity, playing. It all started a few days ago, I woke up from a nap, I was done sleeping and I wasn't particularly hungry. I didn't need to poop and there wasn't poop in my diaper. So I decided that I would just lie there. Then I figured that if I wasn't doing anything, I might as well make it interesting. I'll admit that I'm not the best at fun yet, but I'm learning. So far I just flail my limbs around. I'm thinking about learning to use my fingers next, there are all kinds of things that look like they would be fun to hold. After that, who knows, the possibilities are as endless as my mommy's milk supply.