Growing up

Madeline came walking out completely naked after watching a post-bath Dora the Explorer episode. We put a diaper on her and she milled about the living room for a bit, while Marc and I were having a sandwich on the couch. At some point she picked up a bit of exercise chord (the kind you get from the physiotherapist, etc) and started swaying back and forth and hitting the mirrored closet door over and over again. She did this for quite some time, and once we noticed her, I said to Marc, "oh to be a kid again..." And we laughed and watched her hit the door and look in the mirror over and over and over...

It doesn't seem that long ago really. I still remember laying on the couch watching TV with my arm "relaxed" and sticking straight up in the air; and I remember when crawling under the table at Bonanza was not only a viable exit, but was perfectly acceptable. But then I realized that I'm not quite grown up yet. The marker for me for being "grown up" for the past few years has been when I am able to sit straight up in the pew for an entire church service without slouching down or putting my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands.

I wonder how long it will be before I grow up...?