Waving has become a big thing in our house. Willa waves at the dogs to get their attention, waves at the green beans in hopes that the spoon will reach her mouth quicker, waves at the snowmen on our pillow cases. She waves at the charming baby in the mirror who is enthusiastically waving at her. She waves at mom and dad and the ficus tree. Last night I was trying to get her to bed, she waved at me, at her wall hanging, at the lights the mobile threw on the wall, and the blanket as I was putting it over her. So much to acknowledge when you're becoming more aware of the world.