Smelling the roses
chase · Mon, Jan 25, 2016Milo’s a baby, which usually means that she has very gross motor control. When she’s sitting up and she sees something in front of her that she wants to grab, she basically just slams her arms together and hopes that they catch something. When on her belly, she tries to crawl, but it doesn’t work because she’s basically just kicking straight out and not bending her knees or swinging her legs with any real intention. In the exersaucer, she slaps and flips and grabs and tugs whatever she can reach, as fast as she can reach it.
But sometimes she slows down and focuses intently on the smallest of details. She’ll be straining on her belly non-stop for a whole minute, and then I’ll notice that she’s suddenly gone still. When I look down, I see her gently stroking the smooth plastic of the pole on her play mat, or clawing at the rough fabric of our shoddy old couch. She loves textures.
And then, absentmindedly, I find myself clawing at the same fabric, or thumbing the same pole, seeing a glimpse of the world through her fascinated blue eyes.