In some ways, I feel like babies are more like animals than humans. Not in the sense of how much they are worth, but in the sense that they seem to be so driven by instinct. Whenever Eliza is developing a new ability, she can’t help but do it…over and over and over again. Lately she has been learning how to pull up. Today, she’s perfected it. While in her crib, exhausted, desperately needing to sleep, the instinct to pull up overwhelms her fatigue and so she pops up and screams until (out of desperation) I help her sit down. Then the cycle starts all over again. She just can’t help it.
It must really suck to be a baby.