I am now five months old

That's right, folks, I'm growing up tout de suite,
exploring and learning new things every day.

I have to say, baths have gotten a mite easier:


Also, I've lately been allowed to try some new foods,
rice, and barley and oatmeal. I prefer the oatmeal.



I've also developed a taste for gypsy jazz guitar. The other day
while my Manny and I were hanging out in the living room, there
was a TV documentary on gypsy jazz guitarist Django Reinhardt.
As the credits started to roll they showed a film clip, and the
song that was played in that clip, I'm told it's called J'attendrai,
held me completely mesmerized the whole time it played.

So the Manny and I looked at the YouTube, and there we found the
very same clip. Presented here for your listening pleasure, legendary
guitarist Django Reinhardt and the Quintette of the Hot Club of France,
with Stephane Grappelli on violin. The song in question -- that
beautiful and buoyant song -- begins at 1:30. Enjoy.



Interesting thing about Django Reinhardt, at the age of 18 he was
seriously injured in a fire, which paralyzed two fingers on his
left hand. But like ballplayer Mordecai "Three Finger" Brown before
him, whose injury to his pitching hand led to a devastating curve
ball and a Hall of Fame career, Django's paralyzed fingers, rather
than destroying any chance he had to play the guitar, led him to
create a new, distinctive and influential picking style.

I only mention this because, while there have been some
whispers, I firmly believe that my newfound preference
for chewing my own foot will not be a hindrance in whatever
future endeavors I choose to pursue. The world remains my oyster.
And, for the time being, my tasty, tasty foot remains the pearl.