I think Scarlet needs more peer interaction. Like, now. Like, yesterday. Like, a year ago.
I took her to a friend’s daughter’s first birthday party yesterday and she spent the first hour as that glowering, rocking back and forth, hair chewing, pimple popping kid in the back of the room. Seriously. She was either asking me to hold her or she was sitting alone on a chair with her head tilted shyly to the right side, a bird tucking its face into its neck. It was sort of cute. I even joked about it to a friend. I said, “See that demented, glowering, weird girl in the back. Yup. She’s mine. She’s all mine.” I can joke about it because 98% of the time, we get this version of Scarlet:
I think she just needs a change of scenery. She spends most of her time alone with me. I’ve been changing that in the last week and I can already see a change. She did beautifully at a play group today – laughing and smiling and sharing. I didn’t see even a glimpse of the Ally Sheedy “The Breakfast Club” character that I saw yesterday. You know, the girl who flicks her dandruff onto her notebook paper and calls it art and eats mashed up froot loops through a straw. With her nose.
Ah, my Scarlet. She always surprises me.
There’s such a depth to her that comes across better in photographs than in person. In person these intense looks are hidden between bouts of joy, giddiness, ecstasy, laughter, frolicking and everything else good and what you’d want to be like 98% of the time. She has the 1,000 yard stare.
The many faces of Scarlet. Scarlet has only known life with Mama’s camera in her face. I don’t use direct flash so people often ask me if she is used to the bright lights flashing, and since I will do anything to avoid them, no, she is not used to bright lights flashing. But she is used to the camera. And while many of my photographs are candid, she does pose for others. And what develops sometimes just scares me. While she’s very much still baby, her photos occasionally show a much older woman. A pouty, flirty supermodel. A beauty queen.
Who is this beautiful woman?? And please tell her to stay a child for another 18 or so long years. Should I be worried about this? I totally am. I may have to buy a shotgun to keep on the porch while I sit in my rocker and glare at potential suitors. For now, we have time..