You talking to me?

I think Anna recognised her name this morning. She was having some 'tummy time' (why does this have to be supervised? That rule was drummed in to me so much at the beginning of my trek into motherhood that I dutifully follow it unquestioningly, but it did occur to me that other day as I was sprinting down the hall to fetch something, and sprinting back again in a panic lest the Tummy Time Police had come to snatch Anna away in my 20 second absence, that I had no idea why this particular activity needs to be supervised any more than any other. Presumably, it's in case the babes spontaneously fall asleep whilst on their bellies posing the SIDs risk; if so I don't feel it's something I need to particularly worry about with my 'I don't need to nap' cherub). Anyway, Anna was trying to stuff a corner of her activity centre into her mouth sans hands and even if she did have a handle on the gross motor skills, anyone could see it was just not going to happen due to size differences but I felt that the effort needed to be applauded. So after a particularly strenuous attempt with much huffing and puffing, her little head drooped while she caught her breath and I felt it appropriate to yell "Yay Anna! Go for it!" from my Suduku puzzle. Up came the head and she swivelled around to eyeball me (I was hoping for a smile, but no such luck this morning), before starting on a fresh attempt to eat the toy.

I like to think it's her name she recognised, rather than merely being annoyed at the interruption to her concentration.