I’m beginning to have so much fun with our little Summersby. That sounds wrong I suppose. As if perhaps I haven’t enjoyed her before. But I have enjoyed her. And loved her. And adored her. But . . . fun? Maybe. Maybe it was earlier. I only know that it most definitely is fun now. And getting more fun.
I just love so much the whole process of seeing them learn to interact and respond. I love them developing preferences and anticipating things before they happen. I love seeing them choose where they want to go and what they are interested in (even if “what they are interested in” typically has to be immediately taken away from them lest they choke on it, rip it, or break it). I love them imitating. I love them recognizing, not just when we are being funny, but when they are funny themselves (and expecting an appropriate response of laughter from their family). I love them feeding themselves and demanding to have what others are eating.
And, while all of those things have been happening gradually since birth, they are just happening in such full force right now! And this is just the beginning of it! The start of the things I most adore! There will be walking and learning little words soon and navigating stairs and . . . it’s just so FUN to me. I really love the phase we have entered and the phase we are heading into.
And . . . it probably doesn’t hurt that she has just barely grown big enough to begin fitting into the box of clothes containing some of my very very favorite little girl clothes: clothes that are darling; doubly darling for being all tied up in my mind with memories of her sisters (the last of whom wore these clothes SEVEN YEARS ago!). Particular clothes shouldn’t make having a baby more fun. I know it. And yet . . . you should have seen me nearly pass out of sheer happiness as I pulled things out of that box this week!
Anywho, summer (the season) is nearly upon us. My kids will be out at the end of next week which means the excitement of end-of-year programs; the start of recreation baseball and softball; and the anticipation of sleeping in, staying up late, swimming, Bear Lake, camping, cousins, parades and fireworks. Of course, much of the summer ends up being utterly ordinary, but this anticipation of its coming? It’s pretty great.