He’s able to hold a bottle on his own now, but is still trying to figure out the appropriate degree of tilt he needs in order for it to actually be effective.
He successfully drank from my cup of water for the first time a couple nights ago so now in his mind every cup is his. 
He turns his head when we say his name, and he recognizes Brad when he comes home at night, greeting his dad with a giant grin and a squeal. Evan. Loves. His. Dad.
Peek-a-boo is still as popular as ever, and Evan is definitely learning cause and effect, knowing which buttons on his toys are his favorites.
We’re learning about gravity this week. Evan’s new hobby is holding his toys out and watching them drop and then looking at us expectantly, waiting for us to pick them up so he can do it all over again.
Everything within reach still goes in the mouth, but we have yet to see the phantom tooth that is causing this desire to chew on everything.
The answer: No. But we’re patient and know this time is so short it doesn’t matter. We’re cherishing every moment and loving parenthood.
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