She’s got the hang of it now. All around the living room, down the hall, back up the hall, into the kitchen. She is crawling everywhere. She’s not very speedy while you’re watching her, but don’t take you eyes off for long, ’cause she’ll move faster than you think.
She’s also starting to pull up. She hasn’t been successful on the coffee table seen in the picture below (as far as I know), but she can stand in her crib, and with the footstools in the living room.
MDF has found her voice. Actually she has been vocal for a long time. She started babling quite early if I remember correctly. Then for a while she seem to slack off. But now she’s getting more and more vocal. She can growl, say da, ba, or ma sounds, squeal, and “sing” in a high pitch that almost fades out of hearing range sometimes.
It’s quite funny at times. CDF or I can get her started by saying “da, da, da” (with exagurated mouth movements) and she’ll start saying the same thing back, like she’s having a conversation. Also CDF has started growling with her, and they go back and forth.
Another development is that we’ve “taught” her to “talk” on the telephone. She has a toy phone that rolls along the ground, and it has a red plastic handset that she can hold up to her ear — which she does now! I doubt she realizes what one does with a phone, but she knows to hold it up to her ear. What have we started?!
Can it be? Nine whole months since I last wrote something here. I admit I haven’t been inspired (code words for lazy), and I’ve been preocupied as well. There was still a month left before MDF was born when I last wrote an entry. Now MDF is eight months old (as of yesterday!) and crawling of all things! It seems almost impossible to catalogue all the firsts we’ve had over the past year, but I feel it’s worth a try.
As a musing to myself, I wonder what it would take to publish this on friant.org… probably just dollar signs ($$). Do I really want my thoughts/ramblings/personal life out for people to read? How can I balance privacy with the urge to publish this mishmash. Stuff to think on.