Zoe and a friend K, at the K’s birthday party, as they contemplate K’s action figure that came from a happy meal…
Zoe: Oh, you have this guy? We have him, too!
K: Did you get it from the eating store?
Zoe: It’s called “old MacDonald’s.”
K: You mean it’s the same place as the little farm?!?
I’m pretty much in love with this age when Zoe and her friends can sustain long and in-depth (and often hilarious) conversations, and she keeps up her end of a conversation with us, and in fact adds a lot to our discussions.
Hazel, for her part has been adding on her lovely baby chub, perfecting her cute baby noises, and working on an assortment of facial expressions – she can really put on the most exquisitely sad face I’ve ever seen.
Chris calls this the “rewarding” phase. Sure there are some good snuggles, and I love the girl, but I’m not sure anyone would call the first few weeks “fun.” I sure wouldn’t. I love the interactions and conversations and discussions. I cannot wait for that first smile of recognition, that’s when it starts getting fun for me.
I know that some people will say to cherish these first few weeks, that all too soon, the baby will be gone and all I’ll hear is “mommy, mommy,” and “I want this, I want that,” and “why, why, why?” To which I say, “bring. it. on.”
- Posted in: motherhood