We thought that she was an introvert.
We thought she was quite serious.
We thought we knew what she liked and didn't like.
That was three months ago.
We were so wrong. We knew nothing about this amazing little person. She is so complex, so many layers of interesting personality to discover. She surprises us every day we are together.
We thought she was an introvert and very serious because it took so long for her to relax. I think she must have been protecting herself. We thought she was quite fussy and finicky because of her deep wailing inconsollable sobbing at night and her refusal to consider anything other than shiro or mac and cheese an edible.
Now I can't imagine going even a minute without her easy grin or her chortle that's turned belly laugh. She finds everything worth smiling about as long as she is with us. (Still not so sure about strangers or new places.) And she will eat absolutely anything as long as we taste test for poison first. ;)
I thought I knew her basic likes and dislikes after a few days together.
But now I know that she:
loves
onion and cheese enchiladas
drinking from a straw like a big girl
pretending to give herself a bath (more than taking a real one)
being talked to in a fake silly monster voice
almost falling but being caught at the last second
reading books - especially ones with baby faces or animals
knowing that her bottle is nearby if needed
rocking with her head on my shoulder and both arms up around my neck
her shoes!
One of Ariam's favorite new tricks is carrying my high heeled sandal strapped over her arm like a purse. She will do this for 10 or 20 minutes, juggling the sandal from arm to arm as she drinks, reads, or plays.
I did not know her. I did not know her at all three months ago.
So far she hates
being told not to hit the computer
being asked to sit in the bath instead of stand and play with the hot water knob
That's all I can think of.
She is easy. Deep, watchful, loving, confident, and so brave. She's my hero. And yes, there are rainbows and unicorns over here in our house. Promised to be real and I swear this is really the kind of infatuation we are feeling!
Sometimes when she makes noises at night (before we've gone to bed) we argue over who gets to go in and comfort her. Three months ago we argued bitterly over who "had" to go comfort her at night. We've come a long way baby.
~A
