Noah's new "thing" is sounding like a little goat. It's a vibrating noise that starts way back in his throat and comes out in a cross between a goat and donkey. Except everytime he does it, he ends up with a mad case of the hiccups. But it is pretty incredible to listen to him make noise, other than crying, because up until now he was only silently judging me. Now he can actually do it outloud. In all seriousness, this whole vocalizing thing is amazing. His brain is growing at an incredible pace and he's turning into a sturdy little baby. He's no longer a wobbly newborn whose arms and legs flail about in random fashion (we never did get the hang of the swaddle). And it's only been 3 and a half months. Tim and I were discussing this morning that in a matter of WEEKS he'll be rolling over. WEEKS. It takes me months to master new skills, so the fact that he can do new things in a matter of weeks rocks my world. And every night, when I watch him on the video monitor, sleeping so peacefully, I turn to Tim and say once again, "That's our boy, all ours, and I love him. We get to keep him forever and ever."