It is so much fun to watch Dax and Veda together. They whack each other across the face, occasionally grab each other's clothing and sometimes even hold a hand or a finger or two. They frequently talk back and forth, and I can only ponder what the exchange is all about. Babies are fantastic. Most of the time.
At three months babies are supposed to begin becoming really fun. They turn into expressive beings. They smile and coo and sometimes laugh. They are happy to see you and get noticeably excited at the sound of your voice. And in the case of Sylvia, she finally began to emerge from her horrible state of colic. Veda never got this memo about turning three months. She was a pretty good baby her first few months, but now she has taken to screaming uncontrollably at night. We feed and rock and soothe and pat and burp and diaper change and clothing change and bathe and more to try and calm her:
Sylvia, on the other hand, has been pretty good these past couple of weeks. She is beginning to talk more and more and every day, if I pay close enough attention, I catch another word or phrase she is trying to use. She also has a set of rather peculiar activities. The most recent:
Strange. Very strange. I often wonder what goes on in a toddler's mind.