It was morning time. The house was bustling, getting ready for the day. I was in the bathroom doing my hair and make-up, Jeremy was at work, and the big sisters were bopping around the house doing anything they could think of to avoid putting their shoes on. Then Sylvia gasped and Melanie shrieked in a simultaneous chorus of words. “Baby move, baby move, baby move!” said Sylvia, mortified that this fragile creature who up to this point had been totally immobile was now independent and unprotected. “Mommy, Danielle rolled, she can roll!” said Melanie, elated that her youngest sister took the next step in her motor development.
I laughed as I gently applied my mascara. “I know, it’s okay, she has done that already. Girls, put your shoes on.”