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Ingrid is so cool. It’s so weird how we can just see her brain developing, it seems.. for instance, the other night we had our first show of her wanting a specific food. I mean, she goes apeshit for her puffs, and we’ve tried all kinds of flavors and she’s eaten them all with no regard to anything beyond their shape and eatability, so the other night we did the usual routine of eating dinner before bringing out the baby heroin, and she got all excited, YAY PUFFS! and we put a few on her tray, and she ate two and freaked out. It took us a few minutes to realize that, NO, she did NOT WANT the Apple Cinnamon puffs, but the sweet potato ones, you maroons, and when we switched them out, she was totally happy again. I mean, she’s always trying to eat paper, what’s the big deal between apple cinnamon vs sweet potato as long as it’s a puff? A lot, apparently.
Last night, she was digging through her toy bag and came across a pair of shoes that are still too big for her. Dave and I were curled up on the couch, watching in absolute amazement as she looked at the shoes, and then her feet, and then she banged the shoes on her feet. She maneuvered a bit more, and managed to peel off the shoe that was ON her foot, and then she again was banging the new shoe against her foot, and because we are total idiots that’s when we were like “OMG. She wants the shoe on.” So, Dave got down and put on the new shoe and she picked at it and beamed at us, and then went back to digging in her toy bag. It was so… weird…. to see her actually having such complex thoughts, and trying so hard to make shit HAPPEN.
She still doesn’t crawl, but Dave and I are convinced it’s because she hates being face down, because face down puts you out of the conversation, and she loooooves being part of the conversation. She will stand if shes holding on to something — your hands, a low table, the baby mirror at daycare — so it’s not a leg strength thing, just a “wait, wtf? Looking at the rug fucking SUCKS, mom! Turn me over! Sit me up! I want to dance!”
Kids are cool.