I tried to curb her fascination with coffee this weekend by letting her taste a drop off my finger. I have vivid memories from my childhood of trying to like the taste of my mom's coffee. I knew she liked it, she drank it every day. And I thought it would make sense for me to like it, or at least understand the possibility of liking it. But no matter how many times I tasted the murky brown liquid in her mug, it continued to be unbearable for years. This weekend, I dipped my finger into my own mug of black coffee and let Rose take a taste. Instead of the expected ppppthhhht, she leaned forward for more. Really, Rose? You won't drink baby formula so I can wean you off breast milk, but black coffee is just fine?
Rose's desire and aptitude for exploration also seems to be growing lately, which isn't surprising given her move to the Wobbs room where she's surrounded by teetering pre-toddlers who are constantly on the move and into everything. I thought she was a busy girl before, but she reached a new level this weekend. Some of her exciting discoveries include:
The girl in the mirror is actually me.
The toilet doesn't get tired of flushing.
Rose's exploration is taking place is in the crib, too. Gone are the days of putting her to sleep on her back and walking away, to find her in the exact same position hours later upon waking. Now she prefers to sleep on her stomach, but only after crawling around the crib and bear hugging her sheep a few times. Here's how Trevor found her sleeping the other night when he went in to check on her.