We First Timers

A few months ago I read an article written by a first time mom that I really related to. She wrote about the first firsts like the first time at play group, the first smile, the first word from a first born baby. She wrote about the magic of each of these things and how they are never quite the same with second, third, or...well, I'm stopping at third :)

Being a first myself, I agree, we are quite a magical group (ha ha, sorry Sissy).

My point is this, in the wise words of Sting "every little thing she does is magic." I look at Clementine and am struck with fascination at the things she knows and does. She amazes me and makes me laugh every single day. Is it because these are our first firsts or because she is such an amazing creature? I think both.

This author also wrote about how she, as a first time mom, couldn't get over her three month old daughter in boot cut jeans. I get that. I totally get sitting appreciatively and gushing over my baby. I could do it all day. Some days that's what I do. I gush. I can't help it. Just look at her.

This week I gush, laugh and am fascinated by the first pair of sunglasses on my first born. She wears them so well, like she's been donning those things for ages. She knows she's cool enough to wear sunglasses indoors and I watch with a smile at yet another first first.