My trend of not getting good photos on her month-days is continuing, they seem to always feel on daycare days (this last one was Tuesday), and it’s still fairly dark by the time I get home with the two of them.
Lots of little things have popped up in the last month. Sitting of course. But also lots of babbling, it’s nothing but “blah blah blah blah” and “da da da da” all day long now. She doesn’t quite pincer grip I think, but she can accurately grab at quite narrow things. She is at a good age for rattles and squeaky things and can usually work out how to get them to sound.
She has been sleeping terribly for quite a while now, I think I cursed myself by writing this post. But this age is notorious for bad sleep, what with all the gross motor and fine motor and food and language skills going on, and who knows, maybe some teething. But maybe not. She’s still tooth-free so far. I really hope she rediscovers long sleeps at night again soon: four wakings is… four too many, although at least she resettles well about nine times in ten.
Food is going well, she eats a lot more than V did at the same age, but almost entirely purees and rice kinds of things, since she has no teeth. She really needs at least two and often three meals a day, even though she also has something like six or eight nursing sessions. She doesn’t mouth things nearly as much as V did. She still does, but there’s never been an automatic “all things go in mouth! ALL THINGS” response, which has meant that handing her bits of solid food has been way less effective. He at least got things as far as his tongue. She is more selective. She knows how to react to an incoming spoon though.
She’s only been sitting up for a week and a bit, but already she can lean way out in search of toys, and even fold over and get her knees under her. (At which point, she starts sucking her thumb.) She can sit up in the bath for several minutes and so we no longer have to kneel with her while she bathes. We’re now giving her baths in the big tub downstairs. She can’t quite sit herself up yet but she’d really like to. She doesn’t crawl but she turns all around, rolls and reaches for things.
She’s become a menace in the pool; I’ve been taking her in on my hip peacefully in a ring sling for months and suddenly she’s worked out how to rotate in it like a top so that she can face outwards and stay in visual contact with her hero (and drink the pool water). Nothing in the world is funnier to her than V. Last week we heard the sound of her giggles from downstairs together with a mysterious clunk. It emerged he was jumping on our bed, and she’d never seen anything so funny.
She’s very loud. She has that resonant and exceptionally loud baby squeal of excitement that just about leaves my ears ringing and as has been her habit for many months, she screeches loudly when she’s excited too. V occasionally tries to make himself heard over the top of her, and it’s a miracle they haven’t blown out the windows.
It’s interesting, of course, to compare my notes on V at this age. This was the age when he was completely captivated by pigeons. His sister not so much, but then we have less of them here. (We have magpies, they’re bloody dangerous and she hasn’t got close enough to get interested fortunately.) He was also both crawling and pulling up to stand by eight months, on the other hand, he apparently didn’t yet lift things using both hands and had not really begun to babble regularly. A is well sorted there, perhaps she will talk earlier than he did. He also would crawl around after older children like a faithful puppy at this age, and she does not, but he didn’t have an older sibling to fixate on so he had to take what he could get.