Dear Elisha,
Well here we are again. Another month to add to the tally. And you’ve decided to mark the occassion by working on some teeth. They are trying their darndest to get through your poor, little, red gums. I feel so badly for you, but there is nothing I can do to take away the pain. I gave you a bit of the Brauer Teething painr relief yesterday and it seemed to help a bit, but today you’ve done well with nothing. Although there was the temporary meltdown at the shopping centre when I took you out of your pram and put you into your carseat. I think we may have had a differing opinion as to where you should be relocated.
So, what have you been up to since the 23rd of February? Yes, I did predict correctly, you are now a crawler. And you love it. Me, I’m not so sure what my opinion on this development is. It sure makes things interesting, and I’m getting a whole lot more exercise and practice at saying “no”. But really, it is wonderful to see you growing and learning to do things yourself. The fact that you are getting into things that I would rather you didn’t, isn’t such a problem, I will keep saying no, and removing you from the object, or vice versa and see how we go with that. The most frustrating thing for me with your ability to crawl so far is that you can now make it very clear that being picked up is what you want. You crawl over to my feet, plonk yourself down there and “cry”. Very clever.
I’m not sure how long you are going to stick with just crawling though. You are already very intent on pulling up on furniture, stairs or legs, and standing, although the “furniture surfing” (term coined by a lady Brett and Dave met at the gym) has not started… yet.
Oh, how could I forget, you also celebrated turning eight-months old by adding a new flavour to your diet. Paper. Mmmmmm, yummy.
You have certainly increased the amount of babbling you do over the last month. “Dada” and “Mumumumum” have been added to the list of things you “say”. You do a lot of mimicking, if we cough, growl or roar, you will return in kind as best you can.
Sometimes when you are sitting by yourself playing or doing whatever it is that babies do, you laugh to yourself, and I find myself wondering what you were thinking about that made you laugh. Making you laugh is one of my favourite things to do, because I just love to hear that sweet, sweet sound.
This morning you were very woeful. I put you back in your cot because you had woken before six o’clock and I had gone to bed VERY late. But you weren’t having any of that. So I got you up again, as Daddy really did need some more sleep (he went to see Joe Satriani last night and it went very late (or is that early?)), as we went past the laundry, we let Ookie out. I sat you on the loungeroom floor and she came up to you and rubbed against your back. I was impressed, as this would be the first affection she has really shown you. She then flopped down on the ground near you. Silly cat. Near enough for you to really do her some damage. You didn’t though. Because I grabbed your hands and helped you to pat her “softly, gently”.
Well, my brain is not functioning so well, and I can’t remember anything else to tell about your eighth month. But I am sure there must be more to tell.
Oh, yes. I love you little man.
xx Mummy xx
