Our little Callikins turned 7 (
SEVEN?!) months old yesterday. She's pretty great. I think we'll keep her.
At seven months, Cal is a champion sitter-upper, though we still build a wall of pillows around her (or use the boppy) to soften her falls when she decides that she'd like to munch on her toes mid-sitting session.
Meal-times are among her favorite times of the day. She's up to two meals of solids each day, a few ice-cube servings of fruits and veggies each. She especially loves sweet potatoes (even with taco seasoning added) and peas. Pears and prunes and green beans and carrots are also great. And she even got some very "delicious" and "fancy" beef with beef broth in her Christmas stocking. We're holding off on the cereals and bananas and apples (though I'm sure she'd gobble them up) for a while till the poopin' gets . . . shall we say . . . regulated. :)
She's still not a bottle drinker (actually, maybe she is but we've just given up trying) but will sip a few sips from her sippy cup on occasion. She also has discovered the joy of drinking (sipping? lapping?) from Mommy's big glass. (I actually think she just likes the feel of the cool glass on her teething gums.)
Speaking of teething gums - still no teeth around here. But I think we're getting really close.
It's been fun to watch her skills develop - especially with her hands. She wants to grab and touch and hold and pull and scratch everything, soaking up all the sensory knowledge that she can about her world.
We love to listen to her little sounds. She can carry on quite the conversation with herself - full of gurgles and squeals and hums and grunts and shrieks and giggles and squawks. It's quite the little symphony to a mother's ears.
She's a happy, cheerful, charming little miss. Especially at church, where everyone stops to tell her hello and comment on how cute she is (well, duh!) and rub her head or squeeze her little feet. She'll reward all her admirers with a big, happy, gummy grin. And many hearts are melted every week.
Jumping in her bumper jumper from Christmas is still her favorite. Actually, jumping in general is her favorite.
And she is our favorite.
