You look a little skeptical in that photo, baby girl. It’s probably because your Mama insisted on a white outfit/white background combo (again!) and you knew better. But I love your little turtle suit! I got it at our local thrift store before we even knew if you were a boy or a girl and I had to have it documented.
You are completely besotted with ceiling fans. Completely. Besotted. If there’s one in the room you arch and twist until you are looking up at it. We have both fans on pretty much constantly to meet your tiny demands.
You had your first experience in a restaurant this month to celebrate your aunt’s birthday. We knew Pizzeria Serio was family friendly so we weren’t too worried and you handled it like a champ (until your mother had the audacity to use the automatic hand-dryer in the bathroom. That scared you witless and we left soon after).
You sleep anywhere (crib, pack n’ play, rock n’ play, mamaroo) and will take a bottle from anyone. It’s like you know what you are supposed to be doing – sleeping, eating – and you are goal-oriented rather than process-oriented. Bless you for that.
Your tiny grip is getting very strong! You grab on to my hair whenever it’s within reach and hang on for dear life. Having more control of your hands seems to thrill you – you regularly shake your wubanubs around or grab on to the side of your blanket and pull. I love watching you discover new things.
Another new thing this month is your voice! You are learning to tell us little stories through coos and squeaks. Your laughter, baby girl, is the best thing ever (second best thing: watching your father’s face light up when you laugh).
For good measure, here’s a photo of you kicking butt at Tummy Time (or trying to escape the photo shoot).