Day 416

“I see pride! I see power! I see a badass mother that don’t take no crap offa nobody!” 

Famous words from a famous film – and one of my all time favourites. Cool Runnings. It is an immense film and used to be my go to for when I was sick. My amazing Mammy has even been known to go out and rent it for me when I was ill. 
What does this have to do with Wee Daftie? Well, she hasn’t seen the film, nor is she sick but she does like shouting at herself in the mirror. 

Babies discovering their reflection and their own features is a fun thing to watch. Reaching out and smiling at the Mirror Baby in front of them and then looking super confused when they see the same baby but in a different place. 

It’s reached the stage where we can’t walk past a mirror, spoon, glass surface, microwave, without my Wee Daftie sticking her face in for a good nosy. She does also like smiling at herself while waiting for Nana or any of her cousins to answer the Skype call. (Luckily, she does actually smile more at the new face that answers than at her own) 

(Let me just take a moment to check myself out as I unlace Mammy’s shoes…)

She does two really funny things in front of mirrors currently. The first one is to roll around on the carpet in our bedroom, back to tummy and back again, while gazing at herself in the full length mirror. I discovered this new hobby of hers one day recently, literally while my back was turned. I had been putting away some laundry and heard this weird rustling sound. Low and behold, there she is, squirming on the carpet, eyes locked in the Mirror Baby imitating her. 

We tend to leave doors open in our house. She’ll be quite happy pottering about the living room with her toys and then disappear for a quick Roll and Gaze ™.

My other favourite thing, and the inspiration for this post, is her habit of chatting away to herself in the mirror in her room, just before her bathtime. As she has been finding her voice, the chatter has been getting more distinctive and a tad louder. Oh and also naked. I knew I’d left out a vital detail. A small, daft, nakey baby grinning at herself, slapping her bare chest and telling herself what she sees in herself. I hope it’s what I see in her. 

One badass baby right there!