Leah turned seven months old this past Saturday. To commemorate the event, we went shopping. (Well, not fun shopping. We (the family) went to BRU to buy a baby gate. And in actuality, it wasn't really because Leah turned seven months. It was just because we needed one... and we had a coupon.)
My little honey girl (as I like to call her) is doing more and more each day. She's just recently (within the past week) started rocking while on her knees. Every so often she'll crawl a bit on 'em, but she hasn't made the full transition yet. She's also started talking much more, though she's especially talkative when her daddy gets home from work. When Scott walks through the door and Leah sees him, she squeals with delight.
She's still working on teeth, though none have made an appearance just yet. Who knows when they actually will; I've been thinking that one of them might poke through soon since she keeps sticking her tongue out (as if she feels something under her gums), but I'm not holding my breath. Another sign? She hasn't exactly been interested in eating. She'd rather fuss (which is not like her at all).
Leah's doing much better about sitting up, but she can't pull up to sitting yet. And her transition to crawling, well, let's say it's not pretty, but it suffices. She does enjoy standing up (with help), but once she's up, she bends over to examine her feet. It's as if she's thinking, "hey, what are those doing down there?"
All in all, Leah is still a content and curious little baby, for which I'm thankful. (Proof of curiosity: she now watches when we clip her nails. Yes, she'll sit still-- for the most part-- and let me trim her fingernails. Crazy kid.)
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