Hendrix is much more engaging these days. In the middle of the night he forgets that he can flip or turn his body to get comfortable. He pulls, pushes and rotates in the exersaucer and grabs and grips. He doesn't only grab clothing and hair and jewelry -- he grabbed hold of a tendon in my neck and wouldn't let go.
He sits in his high chair and seems to enjoy the upright view. He enjoys swinging and grunts and grips each time he swings forward. He'll laugh and giggle. He removes his binkie and places it back in his mouth. It seems like he turns toward hearing his name. He attempted to grab his pee stream in the bathtub . . .
He wants to be heading toward bed about 8. Sometimes if you delay it even a tad too many days in a row, you'll wish you hadn't . . . :-)