Look at me, Ma!

I walked downstairs for breakfast this morning with Ada on my hip. She was squealing, doing that funny excited-inhale noise and flapping her arms unceasingly.

My mother-in-law said good morning to her and got an open-mouthed smile in return. She turned to me and said, "Do you ever get the feeling that she feels like everyone is just tickled by her? Like she's the rising and setting sun?"

Yes.

She's getting expressive enough where I can tell when she's proud of herself and she expects you to be proud too. It's as if she says, "You know I'm a big deal, don't you?" But who am I kidding? She is a big deal. To me at least.

I don't foresee any confidence issues with this one.