Leah is starting to develop preferences for things. At the top of this list is a strong preference for BEING HELD BY MOMMY. I am OK with this just as much as I am not OK with it.
Her desire to be near me is an excellent confidence builder. That she wants to tell me gurgle-stories while she sits in my lap, or that she looks at me as though I created the universe itself, is a whole new kind of awesome. However, there are other people in this world who want to hold her: Grandparents. Great-grandparents. My co-workers. Aunts and uncles. Mommy and Daddy's friends. Unassuming strangers. And all of these people stand about a 90 percent chance of being screamed at because, apparently, my daughter is not the kind of baby who wants to be passed around so she can show off how adorable and well-behaved she is. If you have managed to hold Leah for more than five minutes in the last two weeks and have her not start possessed-dolphin screeching at you, congratulations. Your name is on a very elite list. You must have magical powers or something. Not even her grandfather could manage this feat.
Fortunately, she will also sometimes stand to be entertained by non-Humanoid neglect-o-matics. The swing. The bouncy chair. This glow-worm seahorse toy that I stand about a 1 in 4 chance of not remembering how to turn on. She likes musical things over other toys. If the TV is on, she prefers sports or game shows to anything with an actual plot (to be fair, this is likely inherited behavior. For generations, my family has turned these things on so that if we zonk out in the middle, we can wake up and still know what happened just by looking at the score.) She likes to stare out the window, though what exactly she's looking at, I can't say. She also spends a fair amount of time staring at the upper corner of our china cabinet.
She will engage inanimate objects in conversation from time to time, which is equal parts amusing and disturbing. Not every 8-week-old will spend 20 minutes talking to a stuffed leaf. Some grown-ups could, but because I do not want to pay a fortune in psychiatric bills, I'm hoping she eventually starts to engage things that have, you know, eyes.
Other things Leah likes:
Being naked
Being placed in her car seat and bashed against Mommy's leg (Mommy has bruises and truly wishes this wasn't a thing)
I have begun to suspect that we are raising a very strange child.
Lucky for her, she fits right in at home.
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