For months my baby girl would hold on to a toy you put in her hand, but it wasn’t really meaningful to her.  And then, some moment when I wasn’t watching, she started playing with them: holding, shaking, tasting, passing it from hand to hand until it drops to the floor and the entire world comes to an end.  At times I’ve even caught her talking to them, and I don’t know if I have ever witnessed anything quite so endearing.

She’s picked her favorite toys as well.  Not one favorite toy. Three.  And she tries to hold on to all three of them at the same time, with varying degrees of success.  I clipped two of them together in an attempt to save my own sanity. The toys are easier for her to hold; my sanity is still in question.