Curious

K-bao has her mum's curiosity, which is to say, on a scale of 1-10,  she is an 11 or 12. For starters, she is always wondering what is going on in the world behind her head or just over the ridge (which in her case, is the side of the sofa or an elevated comforter). When K-Mum or I hold her upright, she swivels her head back and forth like a well-greased office chair, never content to look at one view for more than a few seconds.  The downside of this pate pirouetting is that she bumps her nose a good deal against our shoulders. 

If we have her lying down, she wants to sit up. If she is sitting, she wants to stand up. And if we're holding her up, she kicks her chubby legs and thrashes her stubby arms and cranes her little neck until we get up and show her what she's missing (which is usually the equally boring other side of the room). As you might imagine, this is rather trying on the nerves.

(She does make some exceptions. As we've said, she loves the clothes in her closet or her mum's closet and can gaze at them for long stretches. She can stare at the bookcase for a bit, and also the trees outside our window. She is turning out to be quite the fashionable bibliophile with environmentalist sensibilities)

The hope of course is that behind her impertinence is an active mind, though I can't say we look forward to battling wits with the little monkey for the next twenty one years. K-Mum recently tried to give her baby vitamins, for example, via a concededly foul-smelling syrup. K-bao had one taste and gagged like we had put a hairball down the throat. Next time Mum approached her mouth with the dropper? "Thhpht, thppppppt!!!" goes K-bao. Saliva everywhere. Couldn't even get a drop in. Ain't no fool in this house Mum!