The little details

So, I recently learned that pregnancy physically reduces the size of a mother's brain. With that in mind, I'm going to record a bunch of little details that I know I'll forget otherwise. Bear with me, just because I get a kick out of this stuff doesn't make it riveting blog material...

I love...
- The way she pushes herself up using the back of her wrists instead of the palms of her hands.
- The way she carefully holds her hands in front of her face and inspects them.
- How my annoyance at the 5 a.m. wake up call can so quickly fade as she coos softly in her singsong voice.
- Her fascination with her feet, and how she now enjoys sucking her toes.
- How she lunged for the food dish with mouth open as soon as she saw the spoon go into the bowl.
- How she has fallen for Lucy. Last night she busted a gut for a good five minutes watching Lucy and John play tug-o-war.
- The way she screeches for the sheer joy of screeching.
- Racing her on the changing table to see if I can get her hands through the sleeves before she tries to suck them. I always lose.
- The way she fusses, then stops to shoot us a sidelong glance to see if we're coming for her. She's smart...
- How the sight of Daddy when he comes home never fails to get a grin and a giggle.
- How she is so good at rolling from her back to her belly, but still hasn't gotten it the other way, which is easier. Will this be a pattern in her life? Always doing things the hard way?
- How well she fills the role of centerpiece in her bumbo chair on the dinner table.
- Her extreme snugliness in the mornings.

I think I'll leave it at that for now.