[ShiffDrgnhrt]

Finger; grab; mouth; chew. New concepts to the four month old mind of Tyra, but ones she uses in earnest. Anything she can grab, be it food, wood, paper, metal, she will try to put in her mouth.

Why does my mouth hurt.... Oh... *chew chew* That feels better...

So she looks for more things to chew on, more things to stick in her mouth.

Daddy; Mommy; Home; Safe. Her understanding grows the more she is with them. Her mother and father are never far from her, or if one leaves the other always remains. Daddy especially. Many times a day she finds herself nestled in his arms as he goes about his business in the cities. And at night she returns to the arms of her mother, as she goes about her own business around their home and the country side., until her father comes home, to rock her to sleep while he tells her a short story, drifting into dream land to the sound of his voice.