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[Sub-title: Brains, drawing, and Mama is a liar] 

After dinner the other night, Siena was drawing a picture. She is really into drawing, all of a sudden, which I attribute to a Universal Law my friend Sara taught me: No Matter What You Say About Them, Your Kids Will Make a Liar of You. (In bold because I cannot emphasize enough the importance of these words. This is the single best piece of advice I could give to new parents or people who have not had kids yet, as both my children continue to prove it over and over.)

In this instance, I had mentioned to Matt that I noticed Siena didn't draw pictures of people, which her friends and cousins seemed to do all the time. I wasn't particularly concerned about it, just remarking that I thought it was kind of weird. So, of course, the very next day and totally unprompted by me, Siena proceeded to fill three pages with figure drawings. And has not stopped drawing people (and cats and fish) since. 

This story is similar to the time I freaked out about Elliot's head size when he was a newborn (the head measurements didn't increase from one appointment to the next as dramatically as his height and weight did) and spent several days Googling variations of "delayed infant head growth" and "infant brain development healthy" and so on, while reassuring myself (and Matt, who rolled his eyes every time) that we would love our developmentally-delayed pinhead baby just as much as we loved his brainiac sister. So, naturally, Elliot has logged 95th-percentile head measurements at every appointment since that time, all the while amazing us with his baby accomplishments, many of which took place even earlier than Siena's (rolling over, crawling, etc.). 

I am more than willing to be made a liar in these instances, and will endure plenty a little of Matt's teasing, if it means my kids do not have actual developmental issues to be concerned about. If you read many parenting books or websites, it's impossible to avoid the lists of symptoms, warning signs, causes for concern. Too many questions remain unanswered, too many potential hazards have not been thoroughly researched. I can't escape the feeling that, with so much that can go wrong during pregnancy or as kids grow, we just haven't had "our turn yet." To have two healthy kids is all I ever wanted, but it sometimes seems too good to be true, so I find myself looking for problems where none exist. I'm working on this, I swear.  

So. Anyway. The story from the other night. Siena was drawing and called me over to show me her picture.  

“Mama, this is me when I was a tiny baby. Except I look kinda big.” [The drawing filled the whole page.]

I said something about how much I loved it and then she said, “It made me think in my brain. In my cabeza.”