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This moment in time we are in. One hand on and one hand off. Back to the dishwasher yet again. Bonnet dangling by it’s strings. I know my other babies took their hats off from time to time, but I can not keep them on this one. Or socks. She occasionally manages to leave behind her pants. She’s even wriggled out of a few pairs of tights.
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They brought her a snowball.
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Why do the ones where they are smiling always have to turn out blurry?
Those of you planning your Thanksgiving dinners here are some helpful tips that I posted last year.
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Looking contemplative while on a walk.
She crossed a room and a half, quick as a flash, when she spotted this open door.
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Those eyelashes are one of the wonders of the world. I wish I could say that she gets them from me, but that is without a doubt all her daddy’s doing. It’s been a rough week for this little one as tooth number four (the first one up top!) made an appearance. I’ve never had a baby that suffered so with teething. Though she now has four teeth before some of her siblings even had one, so perhaps it makes sense in a way. She’s getting so efficient at her funny little scotching crawl, I fear she’ll never be motivated to learn to crawl properly. Last night she walked herself up into downward dog pose and then grinned up at me, so terribly proud of herself.
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Our little lamb and her dear chicken friend on their first Halloween.
Seraphina: da-da-ba-bah-ba-ma-ma
Me (excitedly): Mama?
her (definitively): da-da
Me: Maaa-Maaa…
her (with a huge smile): DA-DA!
Me: Mama???
her: *much laughter*
This week the munchkin girl turned 7 months old. Two days later she started to crawl…sort of. She’s got three out of the four limbs involved figured out anyway and she can make it a great distance (you know, for a baby), it’s just not terribly coordinated. It kind of goes hand, hand, knee…d-r-a-g the other leg, but in rapid succession.
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She cut a third tooth this week and distinctly said, “hat”. She now covers her own face for peek-a-boo. Her hair is starting to fill back in with little fuzzy dark curls all over her sweet wee head.
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Lately she’s been clamping my nose in her little fist while she nurses!