Alright, get something to eat because I am going to fill you in on the last month of my life in the order I started doing things.
- I'm big enough to sit in the swings at the park.
- I love to eat these little "wheels" that dissolve in your mouth. If I am fussy and mom is trying to make dinner I get to eat a lot. Hee Hee. I also gets cheerios, but they always end up on the floor.
- I drink water out of a sippee cup.
- I love, love, love to stand. In fact, if I could just stand and walk (holding hands) that is all I would do. Mom and dad did not enjoy that phase. Every time they tried to put my down I would stiffen my legs and refuse to sit. But, now that I can push myself up when I tip over, it is much better.
- I am great at pushing my arms up so that I can sit up [as of 4-16-08].
- I sign "more." But I do it by clapping. Oh and I love to clap. After I push myself up to a sitting position everyone claps for me so I do the same.
- Because I am so buff, I now have enough upper arm strength to crawl a very, very short distance. And then I sit up and everyone claps for me again.
- As of a couple of days ago I ate my first table food, peaches. Yum, yum. I think it is pretty cool that I can eat chunks, small mind you. The first time mom put it on my lips I backed my head away, but then I realized, hey this is food too. Give me, give me!
- At school, everyday one of my teachers, Erin, puts my hair into little pigtails. Mom thinks I look very cute. She wishes she could do it, but I don't sit still long enough.
- I say, "mama" very clearly and when I see her in the hallway of my school I kick my feet and wave my arms up and and down in excitement. She loves it.
- I haven't been in for a check-up in a while, but on my last one I got a fluoride treatment because I have 8 teeth and 4 on the way. Mom is guessing I weigh about 27lbs. What? Is that a lot? Is that why everyone is always trying to put me down. Huh. Something to think about.
2 comments:
Skye, I love your belly! Can I come over and blow rasberries on it?
Wow - 27 pounds??? My big sister was always in the high end of the scale too. At least you can throw your weight around if your brother tries to get tough!
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