What is it about my baby’s mouth that I could stare at for hours?
The juvenile way she formulates words (and non-words) intoxicates me.
One day a couple of weeks ago, when The Nausea was peaking, I laid on the living room couch, unable to do much else. Anja approached me with a small piece of paper she had pilfered from who-knows-where. “Fowd it…fowd it,” she said, crumpling the paper on each edge. “Just a wittew tiny bit, a wittew tiny bit.” This went on, the play-by-play of folding, for a good ten minutes. I savored every second of it, every repeated word, storing them up in my heart.
There will be a time when that mouth sasses more than I’m able to handle, and I will (hopefully) look back to these times when I watched my baby’s sweet, pouty lips, putting on shiny, new words, anxious to please her mama with each of them.
Bet you thought I’d broken my camera, eh? I realize it’s been a loooooong time since I posted photos on my blog. Hopefully I will remedy that, because I love me a post with pictures. But I have to finish my work for clients first, sadly (but gladly at the same time!).