One of the most bittersweet things about being a parent, at least to this neophyte, is the little milestones that hammer home the reality that your child is growing up. (I'm such a sucker that I even shed a few tears when her umbilical cord stump fell off. Imagine what a wreck I'll be when she gets her first hair cut, or goes off to school, or starts wanting to borrow the car! And was I the only one tearing up at those Proctor & Gamble commercials during the Olympics with the tagline, "to their moms, they'll always be kids"? But anyway. I digress.) This week, it was Anika's graduation to size 2 diapers. A tiny thing, yes, but moms are allowed to obsess over perfectly ordinary things. Or so my hormones say.
Anyway, she's always been quite the precocious, aware little being, but lately she's showing a new interest in the camera. And looking very wise and grown-up as she does it. Mostly it goes something like this:
Me: Anika, you want to have some tummy time?
A: [grunting as I roll her over, then starting to giggle].
Me: [sprinting for the camera, skidding on socks through the kitchen and bounding back up the stairs with camera in hand] Ok, sweetie, look at mama!
A: [silence. Stare at camera as if alien life form whose existence requires cataloging into her mind].
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