She’s so alert now.

Before, she used to nurse and fall off the boob in a milky sleep coma and all you had to do was swoop her up and snuggle her while she slept.

Now, she wants entertainment. The boob isn’t enough for her. She’ll pop off with eyes wide open and look around as if to say, “ok, been there, done that, what’s next.”

I’m always fascinated by what catches her eye… the whirling blades of the ceiling fan, the black rim of the lamp shade, or even the pattern of sunlight on the wall. I wonder what she makes of all this. It clearly fascinates her, at least for a while, and then she starts to fuss and wants to look at something else.

She still loves to move. She adores rocking, swinging, being walked around, and my personal favorite, this kid loves to dance. For whatever reason, holding her and rocking, I get tired and bored fast. Watching her little face and trying to will her to close her eyes and sleep takes years. But turn on some good music and let me dance with her and the time flies. It only takes three or four songs and she’s out like a light. I’ll be in mid-dance, look down, and realize she’s totally sacked out. She particularly likes swing music which just happens to be one of my favorites as well.

So if you want to come visit and hang with Leina bring your dancing shoes. We do a lot of dancing in this house and that’s just fine by me.