One of Abby's favorite pastimes upon waking is staring at her mobile. It's got jungle animals hanging from an umbrella-like contraption which, when wound, spins and plays a lullaby. Yes, that lullaby. She loves it. Apparently it's hilarious to see the long-nosed elephant swing into view for the 52nd time. Arms and legs go crazy, she smiles and makes loud, pleased sounds.
Then suddenly it is no longer hilarious. Suddenly, Abby is aware of the futility of existence, of the absurdity we all face as we come back to the same actions and foibles which define our lives. Suddenly, the elephant is not dancing around in circles for her amusement but trudging a dark and weary path from which there is no exit. Suddenly, she cries in anger and frustration, screaming in her baby-language, "Why, God, why?"
In other news, she's beginning to try to grab toys held near her.
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Sweet Jesus, she'll get to the overly emotional stage soon enough. Don't foist it off on her prematurely! :-)
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