Babies Have Eyes in the Back of their Heads

29 Dec

I don’t know about you, but when I was a kid, my mom always knew when I was doing something I wasn’t supposed to be doing.  No matter that I was in a completely different room.  She always knew.  I’d ask her how, and she’s just say, “I’m a mom.  I have eyes in the back of my head.”

I may not have developed those same eyes yet (though I’m sure I’ll need them soon), but I think my daughter has them.  It’s really amazing.  She always knows just the moment when there is a plate of food in front of me and I’m about to take my first bite.  Nevermind that I’m in a completely different room.  She just knows.  I don’t think I’ve eaten a meal while it was still hot in, oh, about 3 months.  She thinks that she must be eating when we eat.  Maybe she’s trying to help me get rid of that remaining baby-weight or something.  Yeah, that must be it…

I can’t believe she’s 3 months old already.  She’s doing so great – growing like crazy and sleeping through the night (I always knock on wood when I say this).  Clara is about the happiest baby I’ve ever seen, and she’s starting to laugh, which is maybe the most fun thing E.V.E.R.  The first laugh was December 17 (for my reference and the baby book later).  Now I can be seen walking through the grocery store, picking out produce and laughing at my baby girl in hopes of getting a tiny little giggle back.  I’m sure that I’ve gotten a lot of looks, scoffs, and ridicule from the hipsters.  But it’s all worth it for that little laugh.

Coming up soon… Christmas celebrations!  And another try at a photo of Clara with the ginormous stuffed bear.

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