Letting Go

Uncle M and Aunt J sent an awesome play gym off our registry, and Caterpillar Girl enjoys waving her arms under it. She looks like a zombie, the way she holds her arms stiff and moves them up and down, side to side, with seemingly little purpose. Then she makes contact and closes her tiny fist, like in the original Night of the Living Dead when a zombie's hands fasten on a living person--only not so scary.

The first time she grabbed one of the rings, she was so startled that she started to cry until she figured out how to let go. As Uncle M said, the little things are so amazing, such as watching her learn to "let go." As the numerous strands of my hair that end up in her little fists (and no longer attached to my head) attest, it's a lesson she is still working on.

The mobile over her bassinet is another place where she loves grabbing on and letting go.