When everything is new, what do you notice?
Clearly, Mica had not noticed the sheep photo in our dining room. Mica sat in Craig’s lap at the supper table looked up, seemingly at him, and screamed in surprise. He realized she observed the sheep for the first time. They practiced the word sheep. Now any time we see a sheep, she repeats the word, and points to the picture. Since we’re urban dwellers, that means every story book about a farm, nursery rhyme, or song requires a repeat.
It’s like she does a sweep of the home front every few days and takes in something new. I wish I could see in her brain and understand how she determines what is important.
Then I wonder what am I taking in and what am I not noticing . . .