Cybele the baby-toddler

The other babys had green eyes. The other babys had hair that sat flat onto their heads. The other babys walked a little earlier. But, the other babys turned into baby-toddlers much later. Just three weeks ago Cybele could only stand-step-sit and now she is tearing up the house. She walks like a drunken sailor across entire rooms, finds a surface; table; leg; wall; anything to steady herself, and then moves on to the next room. She owns the floor and demands it readily. She once was likened to a piece of luggage by her father when asked how difficult it was to move from two to three children. That was before she became the baby-toddler. Now she screams for the floor and cork-screws in your lap if you try to make her sit still for a moment.

She moves throughout the entire day with a sense of urgency or panic that somehow she is going to lose this ability to walk and play like her older siblings. She is in constant motion and is supremely difficult to keep up with now. When she falls asleep it is a resignation and she will never admit she needs it, but before she knows it, it is tomorrow and she is running down the hall.