We have been inundating Finneas with a mega variety of rattles: wrist rattles, plastic rattles, rattles in the shape of moose, caterpillars and bugs, keys and cows. I usually wave any one of the given rattles in front of his face and accompany that pepper shaker swish with my own track. And when I'm at that point where my lexicon has reached a whole new level of baby and I'm performing a sing song of helicopter noises and facially contorting to new levels of ridiculousness that I dare not even repeat for myself in front of a mirror or I would sulk in embarrassment, he just stares at me with his big blue peepers and this makes me feel like the most important person in the world. Why - because I am more entertaining than a baby rattle you ask?
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