She Knows

 

She knows.  

This morning I was holding Babs tight, and rocking her to sleep, when I tried to check my email.  I continued the same rocking motion as she was 95% asleep, but moved one hand from holding her to the mouse of my computer.  Babs knew exactly what I was doing, and she started crying.  She wasn’t crying because I had junk e-mail, she was crying because she wanted my full attention, and she knew she didn’t have it.  

She just knows.  

One time Babs was completely content, and resting on the little surfboard pillow we have for her.  When I started walking around the room, her eyes followed me to the left and the right.  I ducked under a table, to hide from her, and she continued to chill.  However, when I snuck out of the room to go grab a margarita and a chimichanga, she started crying.  She’s wasn’t crying because I have a chimichanga obsession (more with the name instead of the taste), but she was crying because I left.  Or maybe it was my chimichanga breath (which I got from saying the word so often).  

Somehow, she just knows.  

Last weekend, my wife was out for the day with her cousin, and Babs was totally fine for the first five hours or so.  The final hour, I could do nothing right.  She had eaten, she had a clean diaper, and she had taken long naps, but she just missed her mom.  As soon as Lucy got home, Babs was thrilled.  She just knew.  She’s too young to have a memory (I think?)  But she just knew.  

Well, know this Babs…I see you kicking off your blanket in the baby monitor.  You’re ready to get up, and I’m coming to get you.  We’re here for you, baby.  

(Isn’t it fascinating that “knows” and “nose” are pronounced the same, when one of the words has a “k” and an “w” and the other one doesn’t?  Who nose).