I think this will be my most reflective post yet- literally. I have been fascinated by my baby's fascination with mirrors lately. And I recently learned that what I was mistaking for baby vanity is actually an exercise in self discovery.
Holding CeCe in front of a mirror brings out intense stares, smiles and giggles. I can only imagine what goes on in her head when she is checking herself out in the mirror.
"Hey girl- you look good. That loaded diaper does wonders for your butt. Ooh, that spit-up stain down the front of your jumper works for you. And your hair looks FAB-ulous. Rock that bald spot in the back."
But last week my former professor and awesome life adviser filled me in on a little factoid- mirror play is a major part of a baby's development in forming self-identity.
Wiki entry on the psychoanalytic theory of Lacan's mirror stage.
My dad referred to this as the "Me and Not-Me" discovery. Mirrors help a baby realize that there is a world outside of themselves, and this can stimulate verbalization through the need to identify all these new things that exist externally.
This also set off a lightbulb in my brain as to why CeCe always stares at other babies with such a puzzled expression. She has no idea that she is one of them.