It's been an amazing month. She is amazing. New sounds and actions every day. We spend a lot of time with her and we still ask each other "When did she learn that?" She's also a lot more physical and is getting a real mischevious glint in her eye. She continues to call the shots around here. The Mums continue to drag their weary butts after her and hope she doesn't have too much of a head start.
It's exciting to hear her baby babble taking off. She has a whole language now, and isn't afraid to express her many opinions. You'll be pleased to know that she thinks that her teddy bear is "Vbdadadammmggggfloop".
Some pics....
In her toybox - it has wheels. Lots of fun. Wheeee!
For some reason, she is fascinated by the remote control; she's quite happy even when we take the batteries out. We've tried the "pause" button on her, but it doesn't seem to work.
On Jay's farm north of Victoria. We spent Thanksgiving in a warm, cosy farm kitchen waiting for fresh apple pie.
"This is my treat. Now, where's my credit card?..." First high chair experence at a thanksgiving meal in a diner in Victoria.
"I'll have extra cream on my pumpkin pie, please". (we're not ashmaed of making her pose for ridiculous photos just for our amusement...)
Emma's fascination with her friend the "mirror baby" has continued. They don't upset each other as much as they used to. Perhaps it's because Mummy is moderating.
Reading a book. This one has textured farm animals, with lots of flaps to open. Hours of fun.
Curling up with books is so much part of our everyday we sometimes forget to take photos of it, so we tried harder this month.
Playing with a "new" toy from the toy library. The play mat in the background came down this month. It's already hard to imagine her lying on it as tiny baby unable even to roll over.
Food has been an important theme this month. We've been very relieved that she's taken to it really well and is willing to try to eat all sorts of things (some of which are even food items...).
At first, she managed to get herself up on her knees....
And before long, she was standing up....and then climbing up...on everything. The bookshelves, the rocking chair, her toy box, the toilet, the bath, the bed. It doesn't matter whether it's stable or not, safe or not, she will climb it. Sometimes she gets stuck and yells "Waaaaaahhh"for a rescue.
We had to drop her crib down. We now wake up in the morning to a baby peering over the edge of the crib at us and smiling. There are worst ways to wake up. Sometimes, when she's in bed with us, we wake to find her climbing up our bed's headboard.
Skooching on her belly became real crawling. She can now make it up the stairs between the living room and the kitchen. Bye-bye baby safety pit (and Mums' sanity).
On a walk along the sea wall. All that standing and crawling has worn her out.
And before long, she was standing up....and then climbing up...on everything. The bookshelves, the rocking chair, her toy box, the toilet, the bath, the bed. It doesn't matter whether it's stable or not, safe or not, she will climb it. Sometimes she gets stuck and yells "Waaaaaahhh"for a rescue.
We had to drop her crib down. We now wake up in the morning to a baby peering over the edge of the crib at us and smiling. There are worst ways to wake up. Sometimes, when she's in bed with us, we wake to find her climbing up our bed's headboard.
Skooching on her belly became real crawling. She can now make it up the stairs between the living room and the kitchen. Bye-bye baby safety pit (and Mums' sanity).
On a walk along the sea wall. All that standing and crawling has worn her out.
Happy eight months, kiddo. We love you!
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