And I don't mean exotic-breed goat babies. Putting Gigi to sleep for what felt like the millionth time this evening, I was padding over to the bassinet when she suddenly erupted in a real laugh - while staying dead asleep. In the half-lit room, I could see that she had a big grin on her little face, no doubt dreaming of endless milk and an easy-to-find thumb.
Earlier today, Julia was running down a wide aisle at Target when she abruptly glanced down and pulled up, tottering. I thought maybe she had stepped in someone's gum or some other sticky substance, but it turned out that she'd just noticed the reflections of the overhead lights in the shiny floor tiles, and was suddenly worried about stepping in the mysterious little pools of yellow. She walked the rest of the way to the check-out lanes with a stiff-legged gait and her eyes glued to the floor.