Saturday, August 17, 2013

We're still here, just worn out from trying to keep up with Aubrey!  She's very mobile now, half hands-and-knees half army-style crawling all over the house.  She's almost sitting up by herself, and can stand up on her knees and hold herself up for a few seconds.  She loves to take your hand and pull herself up on her feet (with a little help)--the look on her face is pure triumph when she gets fully upright.  Along with all the moving comes the falls and conks on the head--those make mom and dad hurt too.  She's usually pretty good about getting over it quickly, but boy can she squeeze out a couple of fat tears within a few seconds.

Adam and his mini-me crawling around the house after a get-away tennis ball can.

We knew all this fussy drooly-ness was leading to something--I felt a tooth coming through her bottom gum for the first time today.  You can't see it yet, but you can feel the sharp little edges when she chomps down on your finger, the little cannibal. 

 up on her knees all by herself

Feisty is expanding her squealing repertoire by leaps and bounds.  I'm pretty sure she could perform an entire opera in just squeals.  My mother says this is payback for all the high-pitched shrieks I let rip as a child.  She stands in her command center (aka the bouncer) and plays and squeals and hollers and has a grand time.  I've come to the conclusion that she likes to be just a teensy bit scared--she likes to be taken up in the air (to a certain point), and she likes to play a pretty hard-core game of peek-a-boo (she'll jump at the "boo" part and then giggle). 

-Keli