What is this crazy thing?!
In one of the more epic discoveries of the past century, ranking right up there with anti-matter, cloning technology, and go-gurt...Natalie has found her feet.
It happened one normal afternoon on the changing table (Yet again lending more credence to the idea that some of our best thinking is done on the pot...or in this case, on the table). Natalie was busy, as usual, squirming and kicking and making it nearly impossible to get a new diaper on, when she noticed something odd looming in her peripheral vision.
It looked like a strange hand and smelled like a wet dog. But what was it exactly and why did it seem to be moving in a controlled fashion? And then, suddenly, like a ton of foam bricks, it hit her. These were her strange hands!...She controlled them!...And look she could grab them and pull on them and nearly get them into her mouth! And, as if that wasn't enough, she could use them to make it even more difficult to change her. Oh, what a wonderful morning that was for Natalie.
Since that day her fascination with her new found appendages has grown. It is indeed lucky that we have all these fancy interactive toys and rattles because they give me something to do while she marvels at the different lengths of her toes or coos while reaching playfully for her feet.
Her new discovery has also reaffirmed my theory that while scientists can study babies till their pocket-protectors turn blue, they will never truly be able to understand what babies are thinking. No adult can truly imagine what it would be like to wake up one morning, head to the john, and discover arms sticking out if his abdomen. I'm also sure our reaction to such a development would be a little more dramatic and a little less excited.
This is the joy of watching babies grow. Maybe we can't understand how they think but we can certainly admire their ability to navigate an ever-changing world and take it all in-stride.
It happened one normal afternoon on the changing table (Yet again lending more credence to the idea that some of our best thinking is done on the pot...or in this case, on the table). Natalie was busy, as usual, squirming and kicking and making it nearly impossible to get a new diaper on, when she noticed something odd looming in her peripheral vision.
It looked like a strange hand and smelled like a wet dog. But what was it exactly and why did it seem to be moving in a controlled fashion? And then, suddenly, like a ton of foam bricks, it hit her. These were her strange hands!...She controlled them!...And look she could grab them and pull on them and nearly get them into her mouth! And, as if that wasn't enough, she could use them to make it even more difficult to change her. Oh, what a wonderful morning that was for Natalie.
Since that day her fascination with her new found appendages has grown. It is indeed lucky that we have all these fancy interactive toys and rattles because they give me something to do while she marvels at the different lengths of her toes or coos while reaching playfully for her feet.
Her new discovery has also reaffirmed my theory that while scientists can study babies till their pocket-protectors turn blue, they will never truly be able to understand what babies are thinking. No adult can truly imagine what it would be like to wake up one morning, head to the john, and discover arms sticking out if his abdomen. I'm also sure our reaction to such a development would be a little more dramatic and a little less excited.
This is the joy of watching babies grow. Maybe we can't understand how they think but we can certainly admire their ability to navigate an ever-changing world and take it all in-stride.
3 comments:
Josh - Enjoyed the post. Nice picture, too - it's my new wallpaper. Lee
why does natalie smell like wet dog...?
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