Which is all my roundabout way of explaining, dear Jackie, why your seven-month letter is coming at
You can push yourself around backwards. This is cute, and not nearly as scary as the next trick -- crawling. You can already get to hands and knees pretty much at will and you rock back and forth in preparation for the next stage, as if you are a little toy car getting revved up to be let go, zooming across the floor. We MUST get a baby gate. Seriously.
You have two teeth. The first popped above the gum line at Mt. Baker a few weeks ago and the second followed a few days later. They are now readily visible when you smile. I call you 'Sharky' because of your terribly sharp chomping which you do on our fingers at every opportunity.
You taste EVERYTHING. Every object you come across is lifted (if possible), turned, examined intently (with your little duck lip sticking out in concentration) and tasted. These include and are not limited to: the buttons on my sweater, the cat's tail, daddy's steel guitar (with teeth clicking on the metal), any carpet you are placed on, your coat, the granite countertops at Ikea, my toes, my wallet, my debit card (handily lifted from my wallet), your seat belts and whatever else you grab/we give you in desperation to keep you occupied for another 20 seconds.
Food has been interesting. I am a
"Why is this piece of half-mascerated steamed carrot on my boob?"
You are talking up a storm. You are speaking fluent 'Babyese', and we don't understand a word of it, but you obviously believe that you are speaking a complete and many-nuanced language and your descriptive powers are amazing. We are actually surprisingly good at translating your Ahs! and Ers! into the mother tongue, or at least you appreciate our efforts.
For the past few days, your naps have been all over the place. Mostly far, far away. You are working on so many skills -- walking, crawling, communication -- that it wires your brain and you can't sleep even when you are so. very. tired.
You have also begun to 'request' to be nursed upstairs in bed no matter where we are. It doesn't help to explain to you that London Drugs just doesn't have a bed we can nurse in -- you are insistent! Arching! Take me to bed to nurse! Only nursing in bed + shortage of beds at major retailers = eating less during the day (though that ipod
I'm ordering a nursing necklace to try and keep your attention long enough to get some milk in you during the day. Cheerios are fascinating and tasty
Diapering has also become something of an
I've been attending a 'Mamas Unfolding' group put on by the same people as we did our pre-natal classes (Dancing Star Birth) where one of the mamas did the prenatal class with us. Her little guy, James, is working on walking (so
Since I need to start working on eight months ASAP, I will close this one off with a bunch of random photos. Quick, before you wake up.
You love hiking. When the MEC baby backpack comes out, you jump with joy. Which makes hiking even more fun -- nothing like a wiggling 20lb backpack to make daddy grateful for a hiking pole. Here we are at Lynn Creek. Truth be told, you find the label on the Jackpack just as interesting as the scenery. Mmmm... tasty label!
Hiking at Cypress Falls in West Vancouver. The closest we could get to Cypress Mountain during the Olympics. You loved the rushing falls.
You do love your daddy's music. Three... two... one... turn and EAT GUITAR!
Anton's Pasta Bar. You like chorizo sauce on your pasta. Someday you will be able to eat a whole plate, I know it. Go Quattrocchi metabolism!
Grandpa Rod and Nana Tracy were in town for a few days over Spring Break, which was awesome. I was so relieved that you took to them like you had seen them every day (instead of not since Thanksgiving). We went to a Sledge Hockey Game and you were RAPT. You watched the replay, you cheered at the goals, you ate Greek food afterwards and barely stayed awake on the bus on the way home -- just like the rest of us.
Go raspberry pancakes!
In a few minutes, we're going to pack up and go to Grandma Gayle and Grandpa John's house for dinner, which will be followed by Easter brunch tomorrow and maybe some birthday cake for mummy and Auntie Lisa. Mmmm... cake. Maybe we'll let you have a little taste... or maybe I'll pick up a little salami for my little Sharky. Go
I love you, Jackeroo. You are the awesome-est.