Edith turned seven months today, and coincidentally reached a bunch of milestones this weekend: She finally tried a food she actually liked and ate with enthusiasm (tomato, naturally the messiest possible food). She crawled a little bit, using her arms (or, as I accidentally called them in my excitement, her front legs) in coordination with her legs, whereas before she had just sort of humped along on her face. I removed her bassinet and put her to sleep in the bottom of her pack ‘n play (she didn’t seem to notice the difference). And she learned to pronounce consonants! She is now saying mamamamamama and dadadadada pretty regularly, and I imagine if I were part of a couple, we might try to tell ourselves she understands the significance of what she is saying, but she very clearly does not.
Still, it’s all very exciting.
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