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scrawls

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8.7.08

forty weeks

You can pull up on things. You can sit by yourself, stand by yourself, when there are things to pull up with. You have learned to crawl a little bit, and slowly, and not far, but once or twice you have gone a little ways with the classic off-handed belly-off-the-floor crawl. Which will, once you get it down, be much quicker than your palm drag. We have to move the crib down again.

You can click your tongue against the roof of your mouth. This will not be very convenient, it's not really a sound in English, and we don't use it to mean anything, but we do it back at you and you smile big.

Someone is coming later to take a big suitcase of your too-small clothes away to the Ukraine. Someone is a cleaning lady, a friend of a friend, and we are donating as well a few toys you've never liked (maybe someone else will) and that blue and orange baby swing, newborn rocking chair thing, that you liked very much but are now far too big for. A Ukrainian baby will enjoy it for us now, and learn to coo and kick and giggle and grin.

Four teeth now. You have started objecting to the tooth brushing and it's a hard thing to do - there you are screaming and then you do this closed-mouth yell so that we can't get in with the baby toothbrush. I think it hurts your gums when you're teething so of course you don't want us to. Smart girl.

I cannot believe how big you are. If we hold you up with your hands and tap on your feet with our feet you will move them, slow, unsure, and again not very far. I think you are a genius, so you are waiting until you are absolutely safe, and then one day you will stand up and run. And then ask politely for a glass of apple juice.

Labels: baby, milestones

scrawled @ 06:52