Sunday, March 12, 2006
Baby turned seven months yesterday.
She can sit up on her own for up to ten minutes but will keel over and face-plant the moment you look away.
She gets more joy out of being thrown about in the air by her daddy than she does from lying around shaking rattles.
I can tell when a big, soft outfit-changing poo is on its way, because the big one is always preceded by a couple of little hard, brown nuggets.
It's been at least seven months since I last had eight or more hours continuous sleep; soon it will be time to train Baby to desire the same thing.
This week I pick up the Jolly Jumper which I bought on TradeMe. I know she's going to love it.
Despite all the on-and-off fussing, crying and general unsettled-ness of teething over the last few weeks, I still can not see a single tooth in her mouth.