Your Daily Sadie Bonus Edition
Normally I post just one picture as the “daily,” but these really go together…
I posted about the things she does recently, and forgot to mention her fascination with examining faces with her hands, that she sometimes volunteers kisses, that she is fully answerable to her name as of at least a month ago, and that she seems to identify dadadada as me and mamamama as Deb. Yesterday she seemed to know what the word “prunes” was. Also yesterday she babbled at Deb from the tub, apparently talking about me, and slipped “daddy” in there along with all the dadas. Probably coincidence, but cool.
Anyway, her latest “scientific study” has been soap bubbles. Recently I got enough soap in the bath to lead to rafts of suds. She studied how they behaved if she set her hand on them, forming up around her hand, sticking to it, changing shape or breaking up when she took her hand away, dissipating if she dunked her hand. Last night she took it to a new level by ducking her head down and tasting some of the suds. Ick. Yet she liked it better than potatoes, which so far she hates no matter what they are mixed with, and how warm, cold, stiff, or runny they are. I tried some of our mashed potatoes on her last night, alone and mixed with the baked sweet potato she loved so much. No dice. She also wouldn’t eat the commercial potatoes, peas and carrots mix, or plain smooshed potatoes without the milk and butter that was in the mashed.
She also figured out that she could generate soap suds by splashing, as you see in these pictures. Instead of getting mellow in the tub, she splashes like a maniac. She also tries to climb over to the faucet to check it out, so I’ve shown her how the (defunct) drain control goes (with effort) up and down. She likes to play with the light switch in the bedroom, too, which she has successfully pushed off and on by herself (it’s one of those round dimmer switches you push off and on). Last night, it looked like if she’d had the right things at the right height to grab hold of, she’d have stood up in the tub. Or probably not, since it’s a bit slippery for that, but she was very close. I was so amazed I called Deb in to see it the second time, so of course she plopped back down and didn’t do it again. Though she did tell her mother that extended story.
She still hasn’t crawled using her knees, as far as we’ve seen. She crawls with her arms and toes, as well as moving herself rapidly other ways. If she’s sitting, she can now rotate and face a different direction without leaving a sitting position, which I thought was cool. She’s not completely steady yet at standing and holding herself up on something like the coffee table or crib rail, but she’s nearly there and just in the course of a couple weeks. We’re due to drop the crib mattress because she almost pulled herself standing in there. The railing is low enough she could potentially tumble over. I suspect we may miss the days of limited mobility…
according to my mother, I never crawled. I just kind of picked myself up one day and I was away. I think she’s ahead of the game
Posted by caltechgirl on 04/17 at 04:10 PM
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