Hanging out, hanging on...

The Bean is beginning to really grasp the concept of grasping.

Today, she spent some time hanging out on her chair and hanging on to her favorite moose, Mortimer:



And she also spent some time hanging out with Dad, and hanging on to her burp cloth like a blanket:



(This was just before going to bed. A last grasp, if you will...)

Likely future candidates for grasping: Mom's hair, glasses and earrings.