These days, these baby days, evaporate before my eyes like a swipe of water on a hot sidewalk. But today, right now, this is how it is with Sophia.
She loves to draw. On paper is good...
...but her self works too...
...or furniture. She likes walls and doors and and shopping lists. She snatches ups writing instruments and scribbles and shrieks, "PREH-EEEE!" Which means "pretty," and it is.
Her knees are perpetually scraped, and often the button at the back of her neck is undone. There's so much she wants to do, and she's so hard to pin down, that I settle for getting her mostly dressed, then let her run. All day I see that button, undone, and think about corralling her to button her up. But as often as not, the end of the day arrives, and she is still ever so unbuttoned.
She wants to do it herself. Whether it is shoes or the buckle on her car seat, or eating a peach, she declines assistance. It is slow and frustrating and messy. Sometimes my fingers itch with the knowledge of how much faster I could do it if she would just LET me.
But that's not how it is with Sophia these days.