Seven months
You will, no doubt, be shocked to learn that despite having me for a parent, Cali is still alive and in good health, and, later this week, will be seven months old.
It has been an interesting month.
At her six-month appointment, the doctor told us that she was becoming a little heavy for her height, so we cut her off from her night-time feeding to bring her down to a steady schedule of four meals a day. That went better than we expected, and in retrospect has been a really good change. She’s now sleeping from about 7 or 8 o’clock at night until 5 in the morning. We keep trying to get her to sleep in later, and we can usually eek out an extra hour, but beyond that, alas, there’s just no reasoning with her.
In the last week or so, she’s started to crawl after things (video), which has been really exciting. For at least a few weeks she’d been able to transition from prone to all-fours, but then she’d just hang out or switch to sitting. With her high interest in standing, we were beginning to think she was just going to bypass crawling altogether. As of yet, she’s not really tearing around the house, but I expect it’s only a matter of time until Echo really has danger at her heels.
Her first tooth also poked through the gum about a week ago. Since then, four more have already followed. She’s really been pretty mellow about the whole thing, and seems to cope by sleeping more and just sitting around and chewing on stuff. She’s also developing a vice grip. She took a small, laminated piece of paper out of my hand at the library the other day, and I had to really yank on it to get it back. With so many new teeth, she is suddenly much more dangerous. I, for one, feel that we have not been given adequate time to learn how to avoid getting our fingers bitten.
