It is amazing watching a baby become a kid. Clara still has baby qualities but she is becoming more of a kid everyday. She is starting to make up games and entertain herself - not always looking to me or her dad for inspiration. Like when Gerald comes home from work and she smiles that clever little smile and bolts away, running on toddly baby legs, absolutely expecting her father to chase her all over the apartment. Gerald happily obliges - often before putting down his bag or taking off his coat.
There are pieces of Gerald and me poking through. I can see how we influence her. Clara loves books. She loves to be read to. She loves to read them herself. She loves to point to images in books.
Clara: (pointing emphatically) "A-dah!" "A-DAH."
She either explaining what the pictures are or she's asking me to explain how the gorilla got the keys from the zookeeper. Either way, she is very excited. That is totally me. I love books. I love where they take you. It is my favorite escape and clearly, Clara loves them too.
She is also silly. She is trying out comedy on us every day. She thinks it's hilarious to tilt her head to the side and smile at us. It makes her laugh even before we start laughing. And that is totally her dad. Gerald has always had silly little things he did to make me smile and laugh. And now he's showing that to Clara.
Interestingly, Clara has recently begun talking in her sleep. It's amusing going in to check on her only to find her, butt up in the air, knees tucked under, totally asleep, happily babbling to herself. What's even more hilarious is to go back to sleep beside Gerald, and hear him talking to himself (though lying on his back in a much more dignified manner).
She is growing up so fast it feels like we're on a speeding train. Or as my friend Libby said: "It's madness! It's like we're on a flume slide to 18." Well, I love flume slides.