Here are some of our accomplishments this month:
1. Becoming even more vocal! Now, when I read to her, she will make noises along with me. And just as loud as me, which makes me feel like I have to yell as I read. But then I realized what she was doing, and that she only makes noise when I do, and I thought it was hysterical that she's practicing reading like her mama. So I read. She babbles. She can't even hear me. Let's hope she doesn't do that at school one day. Ha.
2. She moves in her crib. Still not a huge rolling fan, it doesn't interest her much. But she will spin around in all different positions. It's very funny to look in the monitor trying to figure out where her head and feet are.
4. Ignore the fact that she is leaning in these pictures. It was time for her to breastfeed, and miraculous that she was not grabbing that sign. So rather than adjust her, I snapped photos.
5. She is so close to going up on all fours. Which is close to crawling. Which is close to moving. Which means she will be asking for the keys soon. Help.
7. She shows so much emotion and excitement when we're doing something she loves. I take out her favorite toy (her Fisher Price Laugh&Learn kitchen), her favorite book (Peek-a-Boo Baby), sing a song that always makes her laugh ("Whip My Hair" by Willow Smith, except we sing "I whip my Rei back and forth"), or play her favorite game (roll the ball to each other), and anyone in the house would be able to tell by her reaction how excited she is.
9. I made her mock-a-mole for lunch yesterday. Mock-a-mole is a take on guacamole, where you add peas in place of some of the avocado to get some veggies in your dip. Yesterday, I wanted her to try avocado, so I mashed up 1/2 of one. Then I added some peas, and made myself laugh that she was having mock-a-mole for lunch. I told her if she didn't like it, mama would have it with some Baked Scoops.
12. She is obsessed with shoes. Namely, her Uggs. And she wants to suck on them. She will not cry or even care if I take her favorite toy away from her. But if she rips off her Ugg, and I take it out of her mouth, she flips out. So upset. I calmly explain to her that we do not chew on real suede, and that she'll understand much better when she's a bit older. She'll usually gaze at me strangely as I explain to her about designer footwear, and then she forgets why she was upset because her Sophie is in her hand.
Thank you, God, for blessing our lives with this little piece of heaven. The joy that she brings to our lives is beyond what we could have ever imagined. Anything so perfect could only be from You.
Love & Gratefulness,
dirt road mama
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