A couple hours old.
A day old.
Two and a half months.
Babysitting is a humbling experience. This week's philosophy is to not overstimulate the baby. I tell Ava what I'm doing, when I'm doing it, and I'll be damned if she doesn't understand. Honestly -- I think she finds it reassuring.
Just this week she began noticing her toys. Maybe she'd noticed them before, but never with me. Now she has an animal-like focus on them. She wants to grab them, but hasn't figured it out yet. Soon.
She also began noticing the cats for the first time. I've been waiting for this one. Simon jumped up onto the couch while I was holding Ava. She furrowed her brow and stared at him intently.
She's smiling more than ever (but try to catch it on camera -- nearly impossible). She coos. She will sometimes scream, inexplicably, for long periods. These moments shake me to the core -- I won't lie.
Ava and I have three more months together, before school is over and my sister is off work. I can't wait to see what she does next.