The Boy likes his bassinet. He giggles to his bears, squeals when they start swinging, and fusses when they calm down. His cow can hold undivided attention for whole, long stretches. The newest addition — the plastic chain — is of little interest now, but perhaps that will change when his still-shaky emerging hand-eye coordination improves. It does beg to be grasped at.
Sometimes, something will catch his eye — something outside the bassinet — and he’ll look, seemingly unblinkingly, for several minutes. Other times, he’ll simply lie quietly, looking up at his bears.
Still, it must be something like a prison. Walls on the sides, a covering, and a restricted coordinated movement hamper his ability to look at what he wishes, to explore, to see anything more than bears and faces.
