Catching Up
So here’s the thing…Since I last talked with you, I morphed from a fun but fairly static baby into a playful, intense, curious, toothy little girl. Has it really been that long? Yes. Have I changed that much? Yes. Have I started asking and answering my own questions? Obviously. Can we move on? If you insist. Are you sure? I’m confused.
To recap:
- I turned 8 months old, and liked it.
- I grew some more nice blond hair. Oh, and 6 teeth! Thatsalottateeth.
- I got sick. But it wasn’t too bad other than one day of high fever. I was a trooper. To the moon, illness!
- I started babbling much more, because my teeth make my mouth chatty. Bayaydadayayalala. (See video below.)
- I played on playground equipment, including swings and slides. This was fine, but I was kind of bored and really just wanted to play with/eat the blades of grass.
- I can walk! Well, if someone holds me up. I can’t get there from here, but I’ll give it a good shot. I’m pretty stable when propped against something, like a wall, table, or cat.
- I eat big people food, like Cheerios, graham crackers, fruit, toast, and even hummus pita. I will eat veggies provided that you jam them in my mouth during the few seconds between my Cheerio intake.
- I honed my incredible finger dexterity, which has enabled me to fiddle with an abacus, pick up tiny items, pinch buttons on shirts, and feed myself slimy foods.
And now, for your moving image enjoyment, I babble:
And finally, for your stitched-still-image enjoyment, I goof around on a couch:
So long, all! I’ll try not to wait a month between posts next time. 
