It is so fun to watch Pumpkin’s fascination with the littlest things that we don’t even think about any more. Just today she put her hand into her bowl of cottage cheese and when she took it out, she kept looking at the little pieces that were stuck to her fingers. What was she thinking? Was she curious why they were stuck to her hand? Was she wondering why mommy was feeding her little white blobs? She likes to hold her bottle when there’s just a little left in it and swirl it around. Is she wondering why she can’t reach in and grab it? And why it only comes out of the squishy top? I think she’s even starting to understand when she sees her shadow that she’s the one making it move. I love watching her eyes move back and forth from her waving hand to the shadow of her waving hand, and realizing how her mind is putting the pieces together to try to make sense of it.
Now I really understand what people mean when they talk about seeing the world through a child’s eyes. It has made me realize somewhat sadly that this joy of discovery seems to happen less and less often as we get older, but on a happy note, that’s okay because I’m having a wonderful time doing it again through Pumpkin.
It gets better every day! Pumpkin is nine months now and she is changing so fast. Gone are the baby-in-a-bucket days when she stays put in mommy or daddy’s locale of choice. Now she can crawl across a room in no time at all. She pulls herself up to standing position at every opportunity. She can stand on her own for a few seconds, and we’re sure she’ll be taking her first steps very soon since she always seems to have places to go and people to meet.
This really magical time started when she was around eight months old. She became very interactive and so much fun. She started waving hello to people (and things!), and clapping when she was happy or proud. It used to be that I loved spending time with her simply because I loved her but now there is the awesome bonus that she is has a great sense of humor. She laughs when we play tug-of-war with her socks (which are never on her feet despite my best efforts), she thinks it’s so funny when we put different toys in the mailbox of her play house, and she crawls on me and plant big juicy kisses on my face while she laughs. She thinks sunglasses and hats are hilarious and she gives a big belly laugh when she sees us putting them on and taking them off again. I think it makes her whole day to pull a baseball hat off mommy or daddy’s head. She’s sneaky, too. She knows we don’t want her to touch the air vent on the floor in her playroom, so she’ll start crawling away from it to throw us off, and then when she thinks the coast is clear she’ll suddenly turn and race toward the vent. (Yeah, I know you’re thinking sure, it’s funny now, but not so funny when she’s a teenager sneaking off with the car!)
It’s hard to believe it can get much better than this, but every day it seems that she does something new and finds a way to amaze us even more. I always knew of course that I would love my child, but I didn’t realize how much fun I would have with her along the way.
I can’t wait to hear Pumpkin say “mommy!” (or “mama” or, heck, even “mmm” would have me running for the video camera!) She is a great babbler and makes lots of ba-ba sounds which seems to be a step in the right direction toward ma-ma (and, okay, also toward da-da). So… I try to encourage this by using lot of words that start with “b.” Just the other day we were waiting in line at the (very quiet) library and I realized how ridiculous I must sound to people who don’t have kids – “honey, you’re a b-b-beautiful b-b-baby and when we get home I’ll give you a b-b-banana in a b-b-bowl and then we can read the b-b-book about the b-b-butterflies….” Well, it just seems to me that she must be so frustrated not being able to talk! She seems to be bursting with personality – she gets so enthusiastic about things and makes these wonderful excited sounds – but I can only imagine it must be frustrating for her to not be able to say what she thinks. I wonder if she thinks she’s talking to us. We do respond back with similar sounds so it is interactive (much to daddy’s dismay when Pumpkin starts with high squeaky sounds and I respond in kind and it goes back and forth getting higher and higher). We have lots of exchanges like that and sometimes afterwards I wonder what she thinks we just talked about. Maybe in a few years she’ll say “mommy, remember the time you promised me I could have a pony…?” 🙂