I went to work on the last day of the week - thinking I would be talking to publishing companies all day. Funny how everyone else seemed to have the foresight to take the bloody day off.

However, I did get to talk to someone I wouldn't normally get to have a conversation with and as a result, I have now spent 3 hours on the net reading about Jacques Lacan's mirror-stage and Julian Paul Keenan's theory of a child's sense of self-awareness.
This all started with a comment to a friend about Franklin's Christmas. Our son has recently started to realize that the baby in the mirror is actually himself. He brings out his special cheesy grin, plays peek-a-boo and will occasionally pat himself on the chest when he comes across his reflection. It's not only adorable, but incredibly fascinating. His personality is really starting to come through these last few weeks and I love it.

I think I'm going to try this Gallup "mirror test" tomorrow...