She is no longer a baby, I am happy and sad at the same time. When I arrive home in the evening, she will look up acknowledge my presence and go on with whatever she was doing. She lives in a world of her own, I always wonder what goes on in her mind.
I noticed that she follows peoples expression and emotions very keenly. If I change my tone of voice, especially when I am telling her not to touch something, she stops for a brief moment.
She is loud, I asked my mother to take her to church this past sunday and the thought of Marilyn screaming and having her own conversation in the middle of sermon made us think otherwise.
I am optimistic like any other mother that she will walk very soon. I sense alot of ambition in Marilyn as she attempts to stand alone. Most of the time she moves around my holding on to furniture.
