I’ve clearly forgotten what it’s like to have an infant in the house. I feel kind of stupid for being surprised by the things Emmett does that are the same things Ava did when she was his age. In my defense, I guess it has been almost five years. Maybe when it seemed like we’d never have another baby, I started to push those memories out of my mind (and, heck, I knew I had the blog to fall back on, after all). We spend a lot of time recently staring into the boy’s eyes, waiting for some flash of recognition, hopeful that it will come soon.
