Life with Jaws
Our girl is growing by leaps and bounds. She stands and sits and stands and sits and stands and sits. She lets go and stands unsupported for ten seconds at a time. She loves being upside down* and in water, but not at the same time. She screams bloody murder when we leave her at daycare. She bites if she gets a chance to sink her 3.5 teeth into sweet flesh. She does this weird air-biting thing that makes her look like a moray eel.**
Skipper loves having her cheek gently stroked. She dances like an epileptic woodpecker. She loves books - one of her teachers told me that Skipper's the only baby in the room who will sit for the reading of entire (super-short and simple board) book. I'm very proud.
She's different than her sister was. I vividly remember one morning when Dutch was around this age when we went out for breakfast with another couple and their baby, who was very close in age. Their baby was adorable and flirted and made happy baby noises and threw stuff on the ground, and just acted like Your Basic Adorable Baby model. Our baby sat in her high chair and fussed obsessively with a grimy pack of miniature cards that was her favorite toy at the time, looking up occasionally to glower like a grumpy old man at the poker table. She wasn't interested in throwing stuff. Or dancing. (She did like books, though.) She was careful with objects and actions. She was interested in Doing Things Correctly, Even if They're Very Strange Things. Skipper throws stuff. And flirts. She's more like Your Basic Adorable Baby model than Your Weirdo Scowling Baby model. I'm sure her weirdo tendencies will become evident in due time, and to us, the whole romping flirty baby thing actually seems sort of weird, since we haven't had one of those before.
*One of my fabulous cousins used to love being upside down. When we were kids, he would lie blissfully on his back on a parent's lap with his head hanging down. We would have thought this was weird, except that we already knew he was weird, and anyway he could beat everybody else at brainiac games like chess, possibly due to all the blood directed to his head, so we probably figured that he knew something we didn't.
**Seriously.
Skipper loves having her cheek gently stroked. She dances like an epileptic woodpecker. She loves books - one of her teachers told me that Skipper's the only baby in the room who will sit for the reading of entire (super-short and simple board) book. I'm very proud.
She's different than her sister was. I vividly remember one morning when Dutch was around this age when we went out for breakfast with another couple and their baby, who was very close in age. Their baby was adorable and flirted and made happy baby noises and threw stuff on the ground, and just acted like Your Basic Adorable Baby model. Our baby sat in her high chair and fussed obsessively with a grimy pack of miniature cards that was her favorite toy at the time, looking up occasionally to glower like a grumpy old man at the poker table. She wasn't interested in throwing stuff. Or dancing. (She did like books, though.) She was careful with objects and actions. She was interested in Doing Things Correctly, Even if They're Very Strange Things. Skipper throws stuff. And flirts. She's more like Your Basic Adorable Baby model than Your Weirdo Scowling Baby model. I'm sure her weirdo tendencies will become evident in due time, and to us, the whole romping flirty baby thing actually seems sort of weird, since we haven't had one of those before.
*One of my fabulous cousins used to love being upside down. When we were kids, he would lie blissfully on his back on a parent's lap with his head hanging down. We would have thought this was weird, except that we already knew he was weird, and anyway he could beat everybody else at brainiac games like chess, possibly due to all the blood directed to his head, so we probably figured that he knew something we didn't.
**Seriously.
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