Because I actually laughed out loud:

Posted: January 31st, 2010 | Author: | 1 Comment »


6 months old!

Posted: January 11th, 2010 | Author: | 2 Comments »
Sophie and our Christmas tree

Sophie and our Christmas tree

Today Sophie is 6 months old! Since Sarah last posted, Sophie has had her first Christmas and entered a new calendar year. Every one of these milestones makes me breathe a huge sigh of relief, because at least so far, I don’t think we’ve screwed her up too badly. She smiles, she laughs, she snuggles, and when I make bad jokes she rolls her eyes at me just like any normal person.

Lately she has been busy working on her syllables. For a couple weeks, she was enthusiastic about “BA BA BA BA BA BA” until we explained that, unless you have a lot to say about sheep, “ba” isn’t really a very useful syllable. This weekend she has learned a much more important one: “DA DA DA DA DA!” We are encouraging her to understand that “da da” refers to me. This means when she wakes up at 4 a.m. saying “da da da da,” Sarah gets to kick me in the leg and say, “Your daughter is asking for you,” and then roll over and go back to sleep.

Happy 6 month birthday, Sophie!

Happy 6 month birthday, Sophie!

She is a big girl now. We haven’t had her weighed at the doctor’s office in a while, but she is definitely larger. When she was born — and I recall this quite vividly — I could easily carry her around in the crook of one knuckle. Now we have hired two large, burly men (Vadislav and Georg) who assist us in carrying her from place to place, because it is not a task that one human can accomplish any longer.

Smooch!

Smooch!

Luckily for us, she can sit and play on her own more than she used to, and because she received so many wonderful toys as Christmas gifts, she usually keeps herself entertained for a while. She also has a Bumbo, which is a molded foam and plastic seat that keeps her secure and upright. To celebrate her 6-month birthday, we stuck her in her Bumbo and gave her a few bits of thoroughly-cooked sweet potato, which she promptly mushed into pulp and then ignored. Some might take this as a sign that she is not ready for solid food; I think it is more likely that she is already a food snob, and was so unimpressed by the presentation that she just couldn’t continue.

Every day, our little Sophie learns something new and develops more and more of a personality. It’s a fascinating process, and one I’m so happy and proud to be part of, because I haven’t screwed it up yet.