So, our girl started taking small steps this past weekend. It seems just weeks ago that I cradled her, nestled her, in my tired, protective, grateful arms. She couldn’t even hold her head up then.
Now, she hobbles tentatively…one step, then two…then usually back down on her bum.
Last week, she also correctly identified four out of four pictures in her picture book by pointing to them when asked (Flowers, puppy, cat, bananas). I was amazed.
She jabbers with new “glibble glibble globble laddle leedle laddle” noises and carries on full baby conversations. Sometimes they occur in her carseat, while she gazes out the back hatch at the passing desertscape.
When I teasingly say “This little piggy…” she grabs her little toes and pulls them towards her, smiling.
She says “Buh…Buh” and waves for bye-bye now more frequently. And on our evening stroll tonight, as the sun prepared to set behind the dry mountains, she leaned forward in her stroller and belly-laughed at our yellow lab running like a puppy in front of her. Then, she pointed to flowers along the way and I paused for her to feel the strong leaves of the aloe and the soft leaves of the hibiscus.
We depart for the Midwest to visit our family on Thursday night. I cannot wait for her to crawl, and perhaps begin to walk, in the homes of my childhood. The homes of my memories, fresh and young and always filled rays of sun through the windows.