Sunday, May 29, 2005
Eight Months
Sadie is eight months old today. Wow, time flies! She marked the occasion by saying the word “no!” for the first time. I thought she was going to take a step this morning, but she merely stood for the longest duration yet, and leaned to me when she wanted to come my way.
We’re suddenly at about half “people food” and half jar food, with the latter apparently set to decrease rapidly. Deb had suggested Nilla Wafers, so I bought some yesterday. Sadie loves them, but Deb didn’t tell me they’d be mainly for her and the baby was merely an excuse.
She’s been eating chunks of dry toast, yesterday with wheat bread for a change. She also had some english muffin, which I never buy normally but was on sale two for one. This morning with apricot preserves, which she loves as much as I do. She also eats crusts off of our garlic bread when we have that. She likes pasta. Heck, she mostly likes anything she can feed herself. That’s key now. That was how she tried broccoli, on a big towel on the computer room floor.
Last night she completed the meat trifecta with her favorite so far: pork. Which is another post; how my experiment turned out (in brief, it got a lot of “this is soooo good!” statements from Deb, but wasn’t exactly to plan).
Let’s see, what else is new or notable? We lowered the crib mattress as far as it goes last night. The kid is hard to measure, but she appears to be 27 inches or just under as of a couple days ago. She got to the point where she might have been able to stand on something and flip herself out of the crib. Unlikely, but why take chances.
She likes to tell stories sometimes. She’ll do something with me, like have her bath, then go to Deb and babble a long, excited stream of “talk” heavy on the dadada. She’ll come to me and do the same with mamama.
Sometimes it gets annoying when she begs for our food, but mostly it’s cute, and the way she’s doing a portion of her eating now. Thus the English muffin this morning, and some blueberry cake Krispy Kreme, and some coffee. And last night, some peach ice cream and some shreds of pork (which she also had for supper proper in her chair).
When I shopped yesterday, I got her some more Cheerios, some more apples to steam pieces of for her to feed herself, and broccoli for us to share with her. I also got myself a treat of some cherries on sale, with the idea she could try that too. I buy them about once a year.
We’re hoping the darn teeth that are tormenting her come through soon. It’s getting ridiculous. It’ll be nice to have the pain subside so she’s less cranky than in recent days.
Anyway, we’re assuming she’ll walk by nine months, so I told her the other day that she only had a month left. I shouldn’t encourage it, I know. After all the quality time she and gravity have been spending together, she might as well get something for her trouble soon.