Lately, when you ask her a question, she responds, “Da.”
Sometimes she even nods her head.
It is charmingly like a real conversation. And: Oh, my gosh, my baby speaks Russian!
I will confess that when she was very new and still just waking up, there were moments when I wished I could will the weeks to hurry by more quickly.
Not because I didn’t find them precious, even then. But because of things like those so delicate fingers that always seemed cold.
I wanted her to grow sturdier and us, steadier.
And now (of course it seems like suddenly) here is this absolute little person on her hands and knees, chasing after her Tio Mark.
Where did you come from?
Where do you think you are going?