Ri is gloriously long-limbed and I am reminded of that everytime I carry her.
“Where is my baby”? I wonder, almost desperately.
These days, she spills out of my arms, long legs dangling. When she sleeps, head nestled on my shoulder, her feet reach up to my waist. On drives back home at night, I cannot sit in the front-seat of our car as her feet jut into her father’s gear-changing capabilities. When I lay her down to sleep at night, I see a tired little girl occupying much more space than she used to on the bed.
She knows what she wants. She says what she wants. She speaks long sentences articulately. She even orders and teases. She is entirely precocious.
Everyday I want to buy myself a Handycam. How else do I hold on to my little baby who is growing so fast that it leaves me in alternate states of euphoria and despair? Can I record every word, every smile, every kiss and every hug. I try to jog my memory back to how Ri was when she was a 4 month old. I remember a cute baby in a Bouncer but no other vivid memories come back. Will Handycaming my baby’s everyday life borderline on parental-stalking? Is it even practical?
Ok I’m off to buy that Handycam……
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