First - off topic - one fun anecdote from the beginning of our visit to the U.S. a few weeks ago that I have forgotten to share:
I have many fond memories from my childhood of growing up with many first cousins – the children of my mother’s many brothers and sisters. I was quite close to some of them because we are close in age, but others are quite a bit older and quite a bit younger than I am.
One older cousin I have been close to is Lynn, the eldest of my mother’s older sister. While in Seattle, we visited her and her family and brought Lexi to meet them. Lynn loves babies and was recounting to me that she was thrilled to meet me as a baby in 1973 (when she was about 11) and sort of “claimed” me as her own. So, just a day or so later, just as Lynn told me she remembered me as a baby, I caught myself saying the same thing. My younger cousin Meghan, the youngest of one of my mother’s brothers, came over to meet Lexi, and I told Meghan, who is now 22, that I remembered holding her as a very little baby.
So even in the same generation, there is such an age spread that some of us can remember the others as babies, and now we’re holding each other’s babies, the next generation. So I’m happy that Lexi already has two first cousins and that they are all the same age. But, as I said earlier, I just don’t know how often these cousins will see each other because their parents may never choose to live in the same city.
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In other news, Lexi’s ability to play with objects with her hands has progressed even since the last update just a few days ago. It’s clear now that she loves to take hold of something in her hands, especially a small piece of paper or an envelope, and crumple it up and play with it. She seems to get more enjoyment out of these things than she does from toys (and she’s enjoying opening the mail as much as her daddy does).
She has become a better gripper recently too. Now a phrase that’s frequently heard in our house when we’re holding Lexi and pick up something else like a glass or measuring cup and hold it in front of her, or when we bend over her if she’s lying on the diaper changing table, is, “Let go, Lexi! Let go!”
Lexi is also entertained a lot by touching my face. Sarah thinks she likes touching my goatee. We’re having to teach her, however, that when she touches someone’s face, she needs to do it gently. She can sometimes hit or scratch (which is sometimes our own fault when we don’t get around to clipping her fingernails often enough). Yesterday I caught Lexi touching and exploring Sarah’s face while Sarah held her up almost at her eyelevel. The look on Lexi’s face – one of wonder – was just priceless. I wish I had a camera. And what a great moment of connection between a parent and baby.