Yesterday she stood and stared blankly when people greeted her on the street. Today she waves Hi, unprompted, even to strangers way across the street who haven’t noticed her yet.
Last week she developed her very own Silly Walk, a la John Cleese, with her left foot way up high in the air at every step. Since then she’s been practicing walking backwards, and today she added a Groucho Marx strut with her knees and hips out in front.
All of a sudden yesterday we turned the page in her My First Animal Book and she saw the gorilla, and she beat her fists against her chest, just like I had showed her days ago.
She can slide all by herself now on the big twisty slide. She can climb all the way up the steep steps, sit down at the top, scoot to the edge, get brave, and slide down to where I am waiting. And when she can’t quite get brave enough, which happens about half the time, she can turn around and climb back down the stairs.
I cannot get enough of Zoe. At 13 months she is endlessly fascinating. She learns and develops so fast I can barely keep up with the things she can do by herself.
And it is wonderful to me that I’ve been able to be with her almost constantly for the last month. We’ve spent the last few days meeting new babysitters to prepare for the craziness that looms ahead in the calendar, so I am acutely aware of the blissful oasis we’re enjoying right now.
As things begin to heat up I’ll be making hard choices every day about the best way to spend my time, and I won’t have the luxury of getting everything done that I want to. My goal is to keep enjoying her. Although there will be long weeks of late night commutes and multiple daily quintet gigs and meetings and rehearsals and frantic cramming-style practicing, I want my time with Zoe to stay this magical. I want to watch every new skill as it appears. This is so much fun!