Peek A Boo

Lately every time I tell someone how old C is, the person lets out a little squeal and says “Oh, that’s such a fun age.”  And I smile and say, “yeah, it really is” or “yep, she’s growing so fast.”  I was being polite.  Not because C isn’t fun, but well, she’s still just a baby.  She’s been rolling around for a while, so that’s old news.  She sits.  Until she decides she wants something and then when she reaches for it she topples over.  And that was about the extent of her tricks.  She was a bigger, more awake version of the baby I brought home from the hospital on October 2nd. 

Until last week.  As cliche as this will sound, I swear she’s changed so much in just a few days.  Now she rolls across the floor to get something she wants.  And, if you put something she really covets, like my cell phone, just out of her reach she’ll stretch or scootch until she gets it.  I walked away from her yesterday and came back to find her peering around the side of the chair looking for me.

She’s learned to “cluck” her tounge and blow raspberries on command. When it stormed, we stood at the door and she banged on the window, taking in the big drops of rain and hail.  (Until it thundered.  Then we we done!) 

All of those things made me start to see her just a little differently.  Watching her taking in the world around her, learning, observing.  And then, Sunday afternoon, she controlled the blanket when we played peek-a-boo. 

And I thought, ah… yes.  This is a really fun age.