2.26.2002
Last week we had lunch with three women from my birthing classes way back in February of last year. Everyone brought their kid, all of whom I'd met before when they were much younger and bearing scant resemblance to the spirited little personages now being unpeeled from strollers and carriers. And of course, they're ALL doing things Hannah can't or won't do. Amberly feeds herself bananas which aren't even mashed, Atiana is reaching for cubes of tofu (yes, tofu.), and Jensen is starting to fuss because his mother is busy talking and has stopped feeding him bits of her own lunch. The last time I tried that with Hannah, she sucked in her lips till they disappeared.
And they're all crawling and walking. My own lovely offspring lies passively in my arms as she slurps on a bottle of juice. We hear that Atiana drinks from a sippy cup.
Ohhh, Hannah.
What's a mam-mam to do?