Wednesday, January 12, 2011

I'm glad she was born, I'm glad she's alive, etc.

No one reads this - including my wife - so I can be honest.  I read my post from when my daughter was 9 months old and very little has changed now that she's 15 months old.  I'm a terrible person.  I don't love spending time with her, and she doesn't hold my interest.  And it's not that she isn't cute.

She's probably half the age she is now.

What amazes me is that I know that by 15 months I was all into Amalia.  When I'm with Orly she yanks my face, or grabs the remote or speedcrawls to the farthest free point.  She has done one thing, so far, that points her on the right track - "so big" with her hands in the air.  She is also grasping rudimentary sign language.  When she can sign "I'm hungry" and "I've had enough, Daddy" then I think I will go in.  Don't get me wrong, it's not a chore to be with her, she's quite cute and smelly; it's just that she's no smarter than your average cat.

This is Pokey. She ran away.

Where I feel bad is that when I was younger and had average cats, I was endlessly fascinated with their every moves.