Jackson and I were strolling along on an evening walk, when a man passed us and commented "Whoa..what a life..he doesn't know how good he has it!" It got me thinking - why do we NOT have memory of this incredible time in our lives? I mean, honestly, it's about 730 days of your life out of 29,200 that you are carted around, you are fed anything you feel like eating, you don't have to look for a bathroom, and you just sit back while other people do anything they can to get you to smile. It's a bliss life. Especially if you compare it to living nine months in a sac of water with no room to move. You would think Jackson would be in utter amazement to see this colorful life, after living underwater and it all being pretty dark...but actually, let me take that back, because he IS amazed by everything he sees and does.
Today, he learned that you can open and close things and open and close things...and open and close things again. He was so fascinated in his ability to do this that he just couldn't stop. He traveled around the whole house, in a frenzy, giggling the whole time in search of things that he could lift or push. He lifted up his toy box and closed it with utter delight, he pulled out his dresser drawers, closed the hallway doors, and then repeat, repeat, repeat. It was one of those lightbulb moments for mommy and baby. Baby learns cause and effect, and the lesson I learned today: my delay in childproofing ends this very moment. Off to the store for some safety latches, door stoppers, and knob covers . . .
