Sadie is seven months old
Ok, seven months and sixteen days. Did I mention this has been a busy month at work?
She’s still not crawling, though she’s ever-so-close. She’s good at getting herself up, into position:
But that often just leads to the faceplant:
Sadie has decided she really likes to talk, or at least babble. And now she’s babbling continuously. I’m told that won’t change until she reaches sullen teenhood.
I put some foam on the floor in the living room to ease the pain of the random faceplants. Sadie likes ripping up the fringe around the floor, and putting in her mouth to ease the teething pain. Or, what I assume is teething pain. Sadie’s been the little girl who cried “teething” for several months. Yet, no teeth.
She’s good at spinning around, doing 360s on the foam floor. She can do it sitting; she can do it crawling.
She’s still far more social than I will ever be. She’s the hit of her daycare at the gym. All the ladies in the babysitting room at Gold’s Gym coo “Sadie” when she comes in.
We’re getting better at interpreting her gestures as tokens of love. When she raspberries us, she gives us droplets of love. Her spastic arm clobberings are smackings of love. Her random lunges while trying to eat my leg — lunges that leave ample remnants of goo — are her coveted slimings of love.
She goes absolutely bananas when I pull up Cute Overload on the screen. She loves looking at the pictures of the animals.
She can clap. We’ve gone from waving arms randomly to actually clapping. Whee.
She can play peek-a-boo. For weeks, after I would pull off her pants I would brush them over her face. Now, she’s playing peek-a-boo with them herself. She’ll pull the pants over her face, then she’ll pull them off, laugh, and put them back. It’s very cute. Here’s the stop-action photography (thanks to burst mode on my camera.)
Pull the pants over my eyes:
Sit there for a second:
Start waving my arms…”Where’s Sadie?”:
There she is!
Ok, that’s a lot this month. I can’t wait to see what next month brings.