This girl is still a smile factory, always beaming.
She attacks everything which enters her realm of reach with piranha like swiftness and intensity…
…making it nearly impossible to eat while holding her!
… everything goes in her mouth.
… my favorite: when she pulls at her brother, his hair, arm, shorts; his reactions, her indifference to the object at hand.
Also the way she beams when he pays her attention…he plays with her now, tries to pick her up, gives her toys, sits to chat with her…
She can sit up! (but not without eventually tipping over; eventually as in after a few seconds.)
She shrieks and babbles and laughs a hardy laugh.
Her babbles are sweet and breathy, especially her delirious bedtime chatter.
Her laughs are usually for her Papa, whom she is so overwhelmed by excitement to see when he gets home, and whose kisses tickle her amusingly.
Nearly every time she is placed on her back she flips over immediately…
… she is now as difficult to change on the changing table as I remember her brother was…
— and her wiggly little body is making her even more difficult at bath time than I remember him being. She wiggles and squirms, flipping about like a fish out of water!
She loves all her mobiles.
She still wakes several times a night and falls back asleep while breastfeeding.
She goes down for the night easily. I can place her in her bassinet after she falls asleep between 8pm and 9pm and she will sleep there for one long stretch. She ends up by my side in the night.
She loves riding in the stroller so I push them both about in the double stroller now instead of wearing her everywhere. She faces me and plays with captain calamari, looks around at the world, smiles at strangers, and eventually nods off.
She naps in the carrier or the stroller or on her boppy pillow in my lap after eating. She is not so easily transferred at nap time. (I consider myself “trapped” if she falls asleep while eating, which is a lovely excuse to sit and read or watch Netflix if this happens while Roman is napping.)
She’s such a squeezable little love bug. I find myself sneaking in hugs a dozen times a day, pausing to hold her soft little self close in my arms, to snuggle her face against my face.
The expressions she forms while chasing after a toy, struggling with all she has to coordinate a grip on it and have it for a snack, the look in her eyes, the way the corners of her mouth contort, her eyebrows all askew…
the eagerness… her earnestness.
I can lay her down on her play mat to play, sit her up in her bumbo seat or stick her in the jumper in the kitchen doorway. She entertains herself for a little while, depending on her mood.
For the most part she is still always attached to me somehow. My little partner in everything. She is never away from me and if she realizes that for once she is, she screams until I return to her.
I can already see the ways in retrospect we’ll recognize her personality.
This is a good age…. she is a good baby <3