My nephew turned one yesterday, and we celebrated over the weekend with
a party at my sister's house. In his first year of existence, Caedan
has transformed from being similar in size (and activity level) to a
--to a real, honest-to-gosh human with a personality.
Maybe it's because he is the first human baby that I have been able to observe closely over an extended period of time, but even after seeing him every week for the past year I still do not entirely get where all this little person-ness came from. I am fairly certain there is a significant amount of magic involved. I mean, there was a time in my very recent memory when this kid did not even understand what his own hand was, and had to be protected from his own fingernails--how did that same kid figure out how to take said hand, pick up a pretend phone, and say, "Hellllllllloooooo" into it?! If I was still learning at that speed, I could probably cure cancer on my lunch break tomorrow.