I take it back. I said that S was no longer my favorite age because she became more mobile. While it’s true that she is no longer the world’s easiest baby, she’s still close. Her increase in difficulty is no match to her increase in adorable.
I thought I was jaded. I thought I was so over that head-over-heals, can’t-believe-how-in-love-I-am thing for a baby. I’m not. I’m in it. I got it bad. Her giggles, her head diving “hugs,” her sloppy “kisses.” I can’t get enough. And the best part, the part I never could have guessed at, is her relationship with L.
For all his [insert euphemism for pain in the ass here], he is really incredible with S. When she cries, he goes right over and sings “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star;” when she is fussing because she’s bored or waiting for food, he dances around to entertain her; in the car he plays peek-a-boo, tells jokes, and plays tug-of-war with her from his carseat. And the very best: early in the morning, when she cries and wakes him up, he goes to her and entertains her. While I’m in bed cursing at the early hour, he is not annoyed; he is in big-brother mode and his mission is make the baby laugh.
And laugh she does. The sound is intoxicating. If I could bottle it, I swear we could achieve world peace. Who could wage a war when there are babies out there giggling? She is a delight and I am not even ashamed at how ridiculously enamored I am. That’s right, world, I love this baby! This is the kind of baby who makes you want more babies. (Funny, she does not have the same effect on my husband.)
I’m no fool. I know that soon she’ll break my heart and become a willful, defiant, whining child and I will have lost my perfect baby forever. So, I’m drinking it in. I’m relishing this time I have while she’s smack in the middle between infant and toddler. I’m hoping against hope that her disposition is a lasting one. Maybe she won’t give me as much trouble as a toddler as L? But, then I know that I’ll have mine coming in the pre-teen and teen years. Lord help us if she stays this adorable! Thankfully, she has a protective older brother who I plan on enrolling in Karate immediately.
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