Today Matilda is 9 months and 9 days old. It's getting harder and harder to keep up with her. I can still out-crawl her, but writing down the things she learns, that's becoming a challenge. Too much! Too fast! Can't turn my back! Certainly don't have time to mark the date. Thus, here's a collection of things she's been up to recently:
She's standing unassisted and walking with a little help. She refuses food from a spoon unless it's my spoon and my food. Otherwise, she can feed herself, thank you very much. Some of the things she's been feeding herself recently are pomegranate seeds and hummus. Animal crackers and chocolate cake. Asparagus. Cornbread stuffing. Dried cranberries. Couscous and roasted pork loin. Chicken curry. A grilled cheese sandwich. Chili.
She's discovered that dropping plastic balls into the green chute is a little like playing the slots. There are bright lights and big noises. She blinks when she lets go. She knows what's coming.
Just this past week she's begun to show interest in her stuffed animals and just last night, at Niclas' prompting, she kissed her Curious George stuffed animal.
Two weeks ago, after two 30 minute naps and several attempts to get to the Tivo box, Matilda sat on the living room floor, threw both fists in the air, gritted her gums, set her jaw and had Baby's First Temper Tantrum. I'm sure I won't find these funny in a few months, but the first one was hilarious. Matilda has WILL, y'all. Look out.
Not funny presently: She recently woke up only to come down with a fever. AGAIN. This fever would mark Round Three of the Fever/Ear Infections/Antibiotics train and I'm about as over it as she must be. The tantrum was funny. The fever is not. But I think I know why we all keep getting sick.
Right?
