It is protocol, isn't it, to list the adorable things a baby is doing currently, when posting about their birthdays? And, alas, I did no such thing. I will blame it on my fevered state. I was today diagnosed with Strep throat, which makes me feel like a kid again, but last night I was just sitting on the couch with the thought "If I don't post about Bean's eight-month mark now, I never will." So you got some pictures, but no info. I know you are waiting on the edge of your seat, so here goes:
- Bean has a grand total of zero teeth so far.
- She still sits up like awesome when I set her down, but has yet to get herself there (Although, the other day I saw her go down and then I looked over and she was back up, but she did have the help of a pillow behind her. Still, I consider it a big step).
- She talks ALL THE TIME. She says "Momma" and "Dadda" with regularity, but seems to have no comprehension what those sounds represent. The talking gets especially interesting in church. She has no concept of being reverent. The other day she even started her high-pitched squealing when we started to sing the closing hymn. Maybe she was just trying to participate. I had a hard time not laughing. Ok, so I broke down laughing, which is a big deal. Singing is, like, my favorite part of church.
- She is eating all kinds of solid food, and enjoying every minute of it. She is particularly fond of bananas, honeydew, crackers, and prunes (!).
- Her most recent milestone is that she now smiles and sometimes even laughs when I pull funny faces. This is quite the boon, since that is one of my main modes of communication.
- She is not crawling, per se, but is definitely mobile. She loves to get under things (things like beds and chairs), but can't always get back out. She hits her head sometimes and then realizes she is stuck. That is where the crying starts. She is starting to do the "lean-really-far-forward-until-her-tummy-is-on-the-floor" thing, which I hear is the precursor to crawling, so I think we're getting somewhere.
- Nothing gets her more excited than when Wonderman comes home. Nothing. It's awesome to watch. It might make me a little jealous sometimes. He says it will be the same if I ever leave, but since I have yet to leave her for more than twenty minutes at a time (to shower, and only that long on hair-washing days), I have yet to see it.
- She listens to stories very well. For a little while. She still tries to eat books sometimes too.
- She has a finger puppet book (you know, with a finger puppet that pokes through every page?), which she loves. She has recently figured out the finger part of the puppet. Every time Wonderman reads it to her, she listens to the page being read, then turns the book over to see where his finger is going in the back and then she tries to put her finger in as well. Adorable, I tell you.
- She weighs 19 pounds, and is carrying about 75% of that in her thighs - LOVE them!
- When she gets excited, or is happy for any reason, she flaps her arms with joy. I think it's an almost-clap. We'll see how long until she gets there. We're working on the wave, but she has yet to give any indication that she has a desire at all to wave.
- She has finally started to appreciate the noise-making component of the rattle I bought her when she was about two days old (I know, what was I doing at Target two days [maybe three] after giving birth?). It still goes in her mouth sometimes, but more often than not she shakes it and smiles. That's gratifying.
- Her hair is getting long enough that it tufts out over her ears and makes her look a little bit rag-a-muffin-y. The new length is also making her double cowlick on the back of her head extra adventure-y (read: ridiculous).
That's pretty much all I can think of right now. Here's a cute picture of her, not taken exactly on her 8-month birthday, just because I know that will make the post that much more fun.
Conclusion: I love this kid more every day. That's 243 times a lot.
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