Wow...what a surprise, a belated update! Gimme a break...I was finishing up my school year, and then when I finally had the time to post this, I figured I'd wait until her 6 month appointment earlier today so I could post her updated stats.
See? Foresight. I haz it.
Well folks, Hannah Grace grows by leaps and bounds everyday. It's almost like she's bored with being a baby and is ready to toddle and play with the big kids. She is interested in everything and has so much trouble winding down for a nap because there's so much for her to see and do and nom on. She stuffs everything into her mouth.
In honor of her first half birthday, she wore her 1/2 onesie from her friend Sabrina.
|"These fingers are really delicious. You should try them sometime."|
And, because it was the seventh of the month, someone else had to come up and say hello...
|"Don't forget about mee, hoomans."|
As you can see, when Hannah isn't moving or entertained, she doesn't quite know what to do with herself.
|"Play with me, KittyKitty!"|
|"What do you mean, 'Show off my teeth', Mommy?"|
Must be from her dad's side. Yeah, that's right. Her dad's side.
This month, Hannah still has her two bottom chompers, and she's working on 1-2 more. Hard to tell sometimes. I, however, am extremely aware of her two bottom teeth. To put it mildly, my boobs are on strike. They may never come out again.
|"Is THIS how I show off my teefers?"|
|"YAY! Look at my toofers, everyone!"|
|"Hmm. I would like to stuff more things into my mouth..."|
This month, Hannah also figured out object permanence! Awesomesauce. She figured out that when she can't see something or someone, it still exists. I realized she'd figured it out when I moved her bottle, thinking she was finished, and she followed it, looked back at me, smiled and played for a few moments, and then went looking for her bottle. Needless to say, peek-a-boo is fun for both of us now.
|"Hey Mr. Dog! You're back! You look delicious today."|
|"What? What'd I do?|
|"Okay, they get it. I'm growing. Peace out, dog."|
"Here Comes The Sun" is 'our song' (awwwwwwwwww) and we sing that at least once a day. She's also showing a preference for "Fat Bottomed Girls" and "Teenage Dream". Her little legs start kicking whenever she hears one of those.
Her favorite playthings include her octopus carseat thingy (I dunno what you call it, and I don't really care) because she can grab part of it and it makes a fun sound, her soft giraffe ("giraffey"), her plastic keys, her Tweetybird rattle (I really hate Tweety), and paper or anything that makes a fun crinkly sound or that can be manipulated like paper.
You can't really see in the pictures, but her hair is filling in nicely and it's very fine and blond. That can only mean one thing, really: sunscreen, and lots of it.
Oh dear. Look at that face. We are in trouble....
And that devilish little grin! We are in a lot of trouble. Crap.
|"I feel like relaxing, Mommy."|
|Checking out her "big girl bed".|
|"I haven't given this side any love yet."|