Hands

Owen can almost get his hands into his mouth. This evening he was doing quite a good job of getting my finger there if I put it in his grasp. He can just about get his own hand up to his lips, but he can't quite figure out how to hold onto it or get it inside his mouth once it's there.

Helping hands...aren't here yet. We were under the impression that my MIL was arriving today. We found out this morning that actually we were mistaken and she won't be here until Monday. D'oh.

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