Face Fan

Nothing comes close to grabbing Ella's attention like a good face. Throw in an eyebrow wiggle and a big smile and Ella will give you an open mouth gurgle. That is as good as a standing ovation in the newborn circuit. Faces beat out rattles, lights and black and white contrasty items. A herd of zebras can not compare to a face. I do not want to brag, but my face routine, can beat out Ella's mobile. A mobile that has flapping leaves, music and 4 swinging stuffed animals, one if which is a monkey. The only nemesis to my face's ability to keep her attention....the fan. There I am, in the middle of the 2nd act of my face routine, eyebrow wiggle, eyebrow wiggle, open smile, when I start to see her eyes slide towards the fan. I begin amping it up, like a desperate actress past her prime, trying to keep the casting agents attention. No go, Ella is in the fans hypnotic swirl. No matter how fast my eyebrows go or how wide my smile is, Ella is in the fans clutches. That fan might be winning the battle but it is not going to win the war. I am going to start pulling out ear wiggling as soon as I can figure out how to move that muscle. That's right, as in much of my life, it ain't smarts that got me to the finish line but tenacity. My ears and I are working overtime, it is only a matter of time before she is mine all mine.