Life's Little Curiosities: Baby edition.

Why, Becca, do you nap so well and so consistently until Mommy needs to sleep before a night of work and then you will not nap?

Why, Becca, are you so happy to be home with Daddy all day and when Mommy comes home you cry?

How, Becca, do you manage to not spit up for hours and days until we are in a hurry and rushing out the door, then you spit up all over yourself and either mom or dad so we all have to change?

How, Becca, after I have spent an entire morning cleaning, vacuuming, mopping, and organizing, do you manage to find dust bunnies to eat, bottle caps to choke on, and shelves to destroy?

Why, Becca, when you are sick, do you whine and fuss and refuse to be snuggled or otherwise comforted - and when I am at my whit's end and go to the store just to get out of the house - do you smile and babble at every stranger you see?

Why, Becca, do you go to sleep at 7:00 sharp so well for Daddy, but stay up until 9 or later crying for me?

How is it, Becca, that I can see you fall several times and get right back up, but if you fall and can see me you sob uncontrollably as though your world will end if not attended to immediately?

Why, Becca, when surrounded by appropriate toys, do you find the most dangerous/disgusting thing to play with/eat? (i.e. box fans in the window sill, electrical cords, bugs mortally wounded by the cat and left to die...)

My child, it is as though you have a sixth sense - an idea of what you should not do - and you do just that. And I love you insanely still.