Can you believe it? Seven months old today! Where does the time go?
It seems like such a short time ago when we went in for a regular growth ultrasound at 35 weeks 5 days gestation and were told we wouldn't be leaving the hospital without a baby.
Our little oinker has gone from 4lbs 11 oz when we left the hospital to a whopping 16 pounds at her last well-baby check up.
It amazes me how much of a sponge she's become. She watches every move with such intensity.
Yesterday she was eating plumacado (yea, I made that word up) and kept trying to stick her fingers in the bowl. So I put some Gerber puffs on her tray, a snack she has previously ignored, and she reached right down, picked one up and after a few unsuccessful attempts made one into her mouth.
She gave me the most quizzical look as she mushed the puff between her toothless gums, and you could see the wheels turning as she processed the cause and effect. After that, the rest of those puffs didn't stand a chance -- just like that she had learned something new.
I've been holding off on blogging about it in case I failed miserably as a teacher, but we've been learning baby sign language over the past month. We just stared with a few signs, but already she knows milk and hungry. She doesn't reciprocate yet, but you can tell by the bounding excitement when you open and close your fists that she gets it. Yet another way she doesn't cease to amaze me.
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