Some big stuff has happened to you this month, baby girl! First of all, you have finally gotten your first tooth! I think technically this happened after the seven-month mark, but it was close enough. It's just hanging out in the bottom row of your gums, just poking out a teeny bit. I've been hoping this chills you out a little but, alas, you are still fussing like a little champ (notice the teething necklace Evie is sporting. It looks real cute on her, but that's about all it's good for, I'm afraid. Oh well.).
Though you are quick to fuss, you are such a joy to be around when you're happy and those teeth of yours aren't bugging you. You are so energetic and talkative. You can now say "dada," but I don't think you've associated this word with your actual father. You just like the sound, and I love to hear your sweet little voice say it. You also love to just use your voice. We'll be at Home Depot or Target, and I'll be bouncing you around in the baby carrier and you'll just be expressing a steady stream of vocals in all sorts of keys. Kind of like you're in a choir, and you're warming up and not at all caring how loud you are. People in other aisles are probably wondering what's going on with you, but this doesn't bother me as much as it once did.
You can now eat banana, sweet potato, apple, rice cereal and peaches. We've given you a taste of ice cream but to my amazement, you didn't seem all that excited about it. I guess that's for the best. Just wait till you're older. I've been going pretty slow with introducing new foods, not because I'm paranoid you're allergic, but because I am sadly pretty lazy. In my mind, it sounded like a wonderful idea to make all of your food homemade, but I'm realizing that in reality, this isn't so convenient. Especially when I have to go to the grocery again because I forgot to buy the specific vegetables you were going to try. I also tried to make homemade brown rice cereal, but that was a total fail. Total. Fail. I ended up with a not blended enough batch of mushy rice that you ended up gagging on and throwing up.
So I think I'm just going to stick to the commercial stuff. I did go with the organic, though. Which is pretty much like homemade...
Anyway. You still have not decided that you would like to venture forth on all fours yet. You definitely could, if you wanted to. You basically just move one leg, like you're doing Pilates. Sometimes, when you're feeling real mobilized, you straighten both legs and stick your little butt in the air in a downward dog type motion. Who knows? Maybe you'll just skip the crawling and go straight to walking. Yikes.
You weigh 15 pounds. 15 pounds!
You love, love, love to grab things. And wiggle. And grab things while you're wiggling. And you whip your head back and forth so fast while I'm carrying you that sometimes you whack me in face because I can move it out of the way fast enough. There is just so much to see, and you're afraid you'll miss it.
A lot of the time I find myself so exhausted as I try to keep up with you. But when it comes down to it, I love that you are so full of life. So curious and spunky and passionate. I love being your mom. I feel so blessed to be able to watch you stretch and settle into the little person you are going to be. I think it has to be one of the most meaningful and wondrous things God can give us- the ability to watch and care for another life, another soul, while it grows.
Let's see what kind of growing this next month brings!