Both hands! Hauled! He's not yet 5 months!
This weekend will see commencement of a few wee samples of that funny rice cereal stuff with a name like spandex, followed soon after by pulped-up pear and apple.
Meanwhile in rude grandparent land, my mother got her birthday card with kisses from 'Mitt Mitts'. She asked Beloved what that was about, was told it derived from 'Mr Mr Man', and commented that
hopefully he'll grow out of that soon.
Hope all you want just don't hope for extended visits while you're still being rude and unpleasant.