Now the parameters of her world have begun to expand at a rapid pace. She grabs my face to make emphatic eye contact when she really has a point to make. She has a deep interest in the world at large. I watch her as she studies the interactions of others or copies my many gestures.
Our new home has afforded her many new experiences: play in the yard, [falling down] stairs, more space, the mysteries of the garage (apparently), but most of all is the front window. Throughout the day she climbs up onto the couch and gazes out the window. Sometimes she is looking for birds at the bird feeder, noticing the leaves on the tree, watching her daddy leave for work, waiting for a visit from her grandparents, or spotting the biiiiig truck (garbage truck).
Waiting for Grandpa Mike
I watch her looking out on the world, taking it all in with fresh new eyes. The thrill of every little thing delights her. I can sense that we are on the brink (or precipice as my father would say with extra emphasis on the letter c) of change. Soon she will be doing and going. She already is in so many ways, but there is more to come. I am so thrilled for this little lady to experience all that the world has to offer, but let's just look out the window a bit longer please.