23!

I always thought that, after 17, 23 was the perfect age. Must be related to my nerdy love of prime numbers. Anyway, this week Baby Snodgrass is 23! Yay! From babycenter:

"Turn on the radio and sway to the music. With his sense of movement well developed by now, your baby can feel you dance. And now that he's more than 11 inches long and weighs just over a pound (about as much as a large mango), you may be able to see him squirm underneath your clothes. Blood vessels in his lungs are developing to prepare for breathing, and the sounds that your baby's increasingly keen ears pick up are preparing him for entry into the outside world. Loud noises that become familiar now — such as your dog barking or the roar of the vacuum cleaner — probably won't faze him when he hears them outside the womb."

Thankfully, there are no dogs barking anywhere near this Baby (I love prime numbers, but dogs? Not so much.), and I am embarassed to admit that Baby Snodgrass has not had quite as many up close and personal encounters with the roar of a vacuum cleaner as he likely should have by now, but who's counting dust specks?!

But he is definitely squirming and kicking away--such fun!