There have been a few times over the past couple of weeks that when I go into Baby G's room to get him after waking from a nap he immediately starts lunging and reaching toward his bookshelves. At first I thought that maybe he wanted to read a book since that it what we often get off of the bookshelf together. The immediate throwing of the book to the ground followed by more intense reaching to the bookshelf tipped me off that a book was not what he was after. So I turned him around to see what he was looking at, lifted him up to the top of the bookshelf where a few stuffed animals live, and voila, the babe reached out, grabbed the bright stuffed duckie that my grandma had given him, and gave it a giant squeeze.
Now when he starts lunging out of my arms after naptime I know right where to take him.
He loves this duckie.