That baby is shooting upwards like a Polaris missile. I’m sure when I got home the other day she had grown since I left for work.
She’s still learning new tricks. She was mimicking me sticking out my tongue earlier on (little clown). Hitting things really hard is popular, especially while holding a full mug of water, and especially while in the bath where she can splash water all over mum, dad, the walls, her face and poor little rubber ducky. So much for carefully holding her head out of the water. Bath-time has become a bit of a wrestling match.
Weaning has commenced. Unlike some of the other babies who took a month to take solid food (they started rather early), V has really taken to eating. Ice cubes of pureed pear are melted in a little bowl. She gets one spoon, grown-up gets the other. Both spoons compete to get the food into the mouth first. She also takes sticks of carrot, broccoli and crunchy rice cakes. Mmmm, air. Crunch, crunch, crunch. Still no teeth, so the gums do all the work. We’ll have to avoid milk and eggs for now – she came up in a rash after a taste of scrambled egg. Fortunately it went away soon after.
Sitting: any day now. A bit like when I was learning five ball juggling, she gets longer and longer periods of being upright, until flop she goes into the watchful parent or grandparent’s hand.
We were looking at the one-week pictures last night and just couldn’t believe how much difference six months makes.