SLOANE AND SIMONE

I spent a significant amount of time untangling knots from my hair this morning. I’m pretty sure that it is the work of tiny hands that weave their fingers through the lengths of my hair each day, sometimes to hold on while in route, sometimes to shove in her mouth, and other times for comfort.  This is all to say, my hair looks like a bushel of wild today.

 

I think we can officially declare that we have entered into a whole new era with this little one. I don’t think I can call her a baby anymore, but I’m still gonna. She is a bundle of energy and she is all about getting her hands on and into everything. She was curious and adventurous before, but now it’s at a whole new level because she can move so quickly on her feet, she is confident of her exploring abilities aaaand JUST this past week, she has been catching on that she has the option to ignore our ‘NO’.  This morning, when I opened the fridge to grab some fruit, she practically ran over from where she was removing (throwing) items from the bench to the floor and happily marching around with a box of popcorn she discovered, in order to grab one of the bottles at her eye level out of the fridge and toddle off with it as quick as she could.  This happened in a blink of an eye. If my reflexes have gotten slower in order to accommodate and appreciate the unhurried ways of an infant, I am going to need to sharpen them up in order to keep up with this whirlwind. Ten and a half months seems way too early to be mourning the end of the baby era, but it’s hard to deny that there have been a shift of sorts as I watch her, packed full of purpose and energy.

 

She is my little wildling, and these photos seem appropriate. We got to spend some relaxing hours catching up with our friends the Robinsons this past weekend and having our little girls run around the house under our feet together while we talked was my enthrallment and joy.