The Day Andrew Discovered His Hands

About a year ago, Andrew discovered his hands. It was so cute and so hilarious. He would look like at them and get all wide-eyed. And he would stare at them with such intensity that nothing else in the room seemed to exist. His little eyes would glimmer and his little mouth would open a bit to complete the expression of the sense of awe that his eyes were saying.

If I would walk over to him to commentate to him what I thought he was thinking, he would look at me eventually almost as if to say, "mom, look at this. Isn't this neat!"

I would giggle and kiss his little forehead and tell him that I was so proud of him that he found his little hands. Then I would tell him to wait and see because there were even more wonderful things he would learn about in the days to come. And he would stomp his little feet back and forth and giggle and coo with excitement. Such were the nature of our conversations at this point. Me enjoying him. Him so happy that we were talking.

When he learned that his hands could reach out and touch things and even grab them that was a whole new level of awe. And the eyes got big all over again with amazement and wonder. If only life was like that for us adults more often.

The only other son that rivaled Andrew's excitement over his hands was Samuel. He stared in awe at hands and examined every last crease and crevice of them when he found them. Mark and I happily recounted that for the boys when they saw how Andrew was mesmerized by his new discovery. The boys giggled at Andrew's behavior and laughed as we shared how Samuel was even more fascinated by the discovery of his hands.

Of course this would lead to us recalling how Alex hardly seemed to notice them and had bigger and better things to do like keep up with his older brother. Ryan got caught up in the hand discovery for a day or two and then moved on to rolling over and discovering his feet.

Oh how darling they are when they discover new things!