Father knows best... Part Deux

Everyone is always saying how, "It happens so fast," or, "They grow up so quick," and, "Before you know it...yada yada yada." And they're right. That little baby that I held on my forearm just a few months ago is growing like a weed.

Its easy to see in all the photos, or in person when you see her crawl around and try to stand up on stuff, or when you hear her talk, if you can call it that (and if you do, her first word was "dada" btw). But, a thought occurred to me today that may not be entirely original, although I dare say that I may be the first to try to describe it in this great blog-o-sphere; if I were blind (disclaimer: NOT PC), in what ways would I remember her early months in my own mind?

Obviously, I really have no idea. Now that that's outta the way, I think I would do it by sense of smell, the most powerful and memory-invoking of all our senses. And of what mystical aromas do I speak? Hmmm... for lack of a better term, her poo. That's correct, I'm talking about smelling the Deux. Eww, gross! Sure it is, but intriguing nonetheless.

When she was a fresh out the womb, up through a few months, her #2s smelled like fresh biscuits. No joke. They smelled wholesome and natural, and more than slightly like a pastry. I had to run to La Concha on a few occasions post diaper change. Following her biscuit-deuce phase, we've gone through a period of neutrality for quite some time. The diapes are nothing special to sniff. At least, in that way.

Enter this morning. Now, Vale usually has about two morning movements that aren't too far apart, and both are substantial enough to deserve their own diaper change. Each of these diapers generally shows proof of her most recently consumed foods. I'm not sure what she had last night, but that first poop this morning smelled like s**t! Cereally, that girl huffed a mean, steamy deux. That odor that I cannot describe adequately in written word, singed the inner recesses of my memory bank. Never before today had I experienced one like that, although I'm sure many more will follow :)

Yes, our little girl is growing up and I intend to savor ever moment of it, no matter how quick it may pass. And no matter how friendly or foul these memories are, I will remember them with a smile and look forward to the next.