Firsts

There are a lot of firsts, that as adults, we can't remember.
Having a child means you get to experience these firsts all over again.
Yesterday, Sophie had 2 new firsts. Her first ride in a playground swing, and her first taste of yogurt.
We went for a walk in the beautiful sunshine, and found ourselves at the local playground. Sophie was a little on the cranky side because lately she doesn't like to be strapped down in her stroller. She would prefer the floor so that she can slither around on her tummy. I thought I would take her out of the stroller at the playground to let her wiggle a little and have a bit of fun before turning around to go back home. She started eyeing the swings so I thought, "why not!?" I squeezed her chunky monkey legs through the legholes of the swing seat and just let her sit for a minute to gauge her reaction. Not so sure. She just started at me like "What the hell is this?" I lightly pushes the swing and her eyes lit up and she gave me a big cautious grin. She loved when that the swing would take her away from me and then push her really close to me. It was a total game to her. Near and far, near and far. I felt like Grover on Sesame Street. In true Sophie form, the fun ended after about 2.5 minutes and she wanted out, as indicated by her upreaching arms and an insistent "AH".

Later, following her afternoon nap, I decided to introduce her to yogurt. I thought she might reject it given she tends to prefer veggies over fruits. Man, was I wrong! After eating some mushy peas and carrots, I opened the container of nice whole milk organic yogurt. She eyed it suspiciously. What was this new item? Intrigued, she opened her mouth and I gave her a small taste to test the waters. She usually shivers and gags on a new food before deciding if she likes it. Not the case with the yogurt. She looked at me, mouth wide open, yelling "AH" which in Sophie talk means "MORE! NOW!". She finished entire container and spent the next 2 hours being the happiest she had been all day. The way to this child's heart is definitely through her stomach. She must be her father's daughter.

-jl