Last night, Bea and I (and Mama Elephant) were sprawled on the living room floor watching her trains go around and around and around and around. You all, I have never seen her voluntarily lay down and be still for this long. Those trains, they are magic.
At one point, she turned her face toward me, made full eye contact, and said. "I love you mama."
I am stunned that it took only nine months. Sometimes, I cannot believe how lucky we are.
(And other times, I cannot believe that Beatrix keeps getting her train stuck in her hair. It's a fine balance between the awesome and the absurd here in this household.)