I was shopping at our local grocery store the other day, and a Mom/Daughter combo stopped me to gush over Little Olive. Well, sort of. They focussed on her pacifier. "Oh my gosh," they went on, "that's the cutest thing I've ever seen." I agree - it is a cute thing. It was a baby shower gift from a cousin who knew more about this topic than I did. You know how against pacifiers I was in the beginning, but this has been a staple in my daughter's life, and I'm very grateful for it. She calls it her "Beeeen" (because we say "binky") and pretty soon we're going to have to start a weaning process. But until then, it's a huge conversation starter, just like it was a few days ago.
Anyways, these nice ladies went on about the pink horse and how adorable it was, and then launched into a timeline of the Daughter's son's childhood. I barely got a word in edgewise as she listed the months and milestones of his life. "At one month, he took out his pacifier and refused it after that. He never drank from a bottle. By two months, he held his own sippy cup. At 4 months he was crawling, by 6 he was walking. By SEVEN months he was climbing and running! Oh yeah," she said as my eyes got wider and wider in polite enthusiasm, "he was crazy. He started eating with a fork and spoon as soon as he could sit up. He clapped his hands when he was three months. He had ALL HIS TEETH by the time he turned 8 months." At this point I felt like saying, "By 9 months, did he hit his midlife crisis?"
They had never really stopped walking, and by this point they were practically turning out of the aisle. I smiled and called, "Wow, he sounds like a very advanced child." They nodded in agreement, and said goodbye. I actually chuckled to myself over the incident.
Oh, to be an advanced child...what an exciting life.