Ladies and gentlemen, we have liftoff.Lucien now insists on keeping his big head up,
all the time. He also does not like to be held like a baby. He wants to be propped up, his butt planted firmly on my arm, so he can swivel his head around and take in the world. Or at least our living room. He doesn’t quite believe yet that his head cannot turn 180 degrees. He now babbles strings of vowels with the occasional milk-garbled consonant thrown in. “Ageeee. Agoooo.”
This is all proof to us, his besotted family, that he is nothing less than a genius. Ageeee.
