The past couple of days have been pure joy, so much so I wished I didn't have to go to work. Gasp! I can't believe that just rolled off my tongue...rather, my fingertips.
Even though no one can figure what Kayla's been jibber-jabbering about the past couple of days, watching her plasters a permanent smile on my face. She's been da-da-ing, ba-ba-ing, and gibberish-ing, splashing about in the bath (i think she's finally figured out baths can be fun), and shrieking herself silly. She's one perky, peppy, playful baby - or at least when she's around us.
Speaking of which, we conducted a mini social experiment on Saturday when we went to a barbecue at one of Mike's ex-coworker's Redwood City home. Setting: More than 20 people yapping away, about a dozen kids screaming and running around, plus a ton of strangers who couldn't wait to meet Kayla. Hypothesis: She was going to cry the house down. Result: She wasn't the friendliest baby but she wasn't all that grouchy either. Conclusion: She's cool with children, but still not so cool with crowds, not yet.
Whatever the case, we're in no hurry for her to transform into the social butterfly all babies become. And until then, I'll save and savor every chirpy chuckle and carefree chortle in the chambers of my heart and corridors of my mind.
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