When Peeper was just born, her awareness was mostly limited to the eight inches in front of her face. Then her eyesight improved, and she just drank in whatever she could see, from cars driving by to the wind-whipped trees overhead. She demanded to be carried facing out so she didn’t miss a thing. Then she learned to roll and suddenly she was more in control of her own body.
Now that Peeper is mobile, her world has expanded even further.
Anything within crawling’s reach is fair game. We visited my parents this weekend, and their big, open, carpeted living room allowed Peeper to show us her stamina. She boogied from one end of the room to the other—of course heading directly for the gas fireplace.
(Did I birth a daredevil?)
It sometimes seems as if there are too many exciting things for her to explore. She’ll grab at one toy only to whip her head to the side and reach for another. But before her hand even touches the second toy, she’s back at the first—and on and on in a dizzying display of excited indecision.
Yet sometimes the world is too unfamiliar for her taste. She’s showing the first signs of stranger danger: We were visiting some friends who recently had a baby, too, and I stepped outside to grab something from the car. I could hear Peeper crying inside after I shut the door. I was gone for mere seconds, and she reached out to me when I returned.
I’m a gooey mess a lot of the time, what with my heart melting constantly.
Yesterday morning, she let me know again precisely what she wanted and how unhappy she was to not get it immediately. She had urped all over herself and her bed at 6am. I zipped her into new jammies and set her on the floor as I struggled to change her sheet in the dark. Crying, she crawled across the room and hugged my ankles until I was done and could pick her up. I always hate changing the sheets, but the chore had never felt so awful. I couldn’t finish soon enough.
I admired her will that morning and every day, really. I want my darling to go after what she wants, even if that’s the dog bowl or yet another cereal puff.
The world is so big, but she is ready for it.