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Curious, her hands examine all things in her path from the stuffed bunny's button tail to the start "button" on the dump truck. Chewing a toy then dropping it and crawling to the next, climbing up the coffee table and inching her hands to one coaster, then the next, and the next.
She absorbs this life hands first, then into her mouth, her eyes darting from one pursuit to the next, her ears perked by toys that beep or spin, then kitchen noises, then my voices. I wonder, what does she smell? Perhaps smell develops slowly, thankfully unadvanced until post-diaper life?
I use ASL to encourage her with my own hands: yes and yes and yes.
Oh to be a new human again, and take hold of the world.
8 comments:
You are very observant and you describe well.
Your final wonderful sentence made me think of Wordsworth's lines -- "trailing clouds of glory do we come / From God, who is our home: / Heaven lies about us in our infancy!"
Nice and descriptive.
Codex: I'm here. But today I have no words.
Understandable. Sigh.
Codex: I have some concerns if you want to start climbing coffee tables and putting inedibles in your mouth.
Wonderfully descriptive; it's exactly what they do. Thank you for making me smile today.
Codex: They can smell and taste quite well by this age, but have to learn what's good or bad.
It's amazing how quickly they grow and how quickly they learn things.
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