There are a few wee babies at the [1] BlogHer07 conference. I hadn’t really noticed until one cried in that newborn, cat-meowing way during a session. I wanted to turn and look. Not because the noise bothered me because it meant a baby was near. As I’ve said before, I miss Reid’s little meow cries now that she has perfected her loud, high-pitched big girl cry. I’ve been on the lookout since then. I’m like one of those baby-loving, crazy old women who comes up to new babies in malls and touches them. Even in the face.  Except I remember what it was like when Reid was small and so I restrict myself to glimpses from afar.

I saw a mom with a new baby swaying from side to side as she was making a comment. That sure took me back. Reid is getting so tall that I’m almost afraid her toes will drag on the floor when I carry her and so we don’t do a lot of swaying together. Sometimes we do “dance”, though, when something upsetting has happened. I snuggle Reid close and remember when we were both brand new. She has definitely mastered being outside of the womb and I think I’m better at being a mom ;+)