My Baby the Shape-Shifter

After observing my 7 month old baby girl, I’ve come to the conclusion that she is not just a human, but rather a fickle shape-shifter. Let me explain.

In the morning when she wakes up, she calls out from her crib with happy high-pitched squeals like a piglet.

When she eats cereal, her mouth opens wide like a baby bird.

At playtime, she bats her toys like a cat. But not just any cat. Her repetitive arm movements resemble those of the Chinese lucky cat statues that rhythmically move their forearms.

When I have the pleasure of changing her poopy diaper, she suddenly turns into a star soccer player with frantic, yet powerful and precise kicks to my hands.

On her play mat, she scoots around like an upturned turtle.

If I tickle her too much, she as been known to rip off my glasses and hurl them across the room like a discus thrower.

When she gets tired, she nuzzles her nose into my shoulder and moves her head from side to side, side to side like a cub.

It is only when she finally drifts off to sleep after a long day that she morphs back into a baby girl.

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