Palmer has a death grip. The first day in the hospital he picked up the Q-tip the nurse was using and swung it around. He often grabs my hair and usually pulls out a few strands in between his fingers. His hands are almost always dirty because he won't relax his grip long enough for us to wash them. Every once in a while we like to have a little fun with him and put random objects in his hands for him to hold on to. The other day Greg put a flower in his hand and he looked so sweet; I had to take a picture.
Yesterday he purposefully reached for the frog chime that hangs from his car seat and was playing with it. How fun it is to see him learn and grow.