Happy thirty-two weeks! Pics are posted in the gallery.

With the passing of thirty weeks (and seven months), Baby marks another milestone--teeth! We discovered yesterday that her lower teeth had broken the surface, which helps to explain all the excessive drooling and persistent chomping. We had laughed about the way she opened and shut her mouth repeatedly, but now we know why. She has also started to reach for more solid food. In fact, she has started eating 'Biter Biscuits.' (They're made by Gerber, in the Graduates line of baby food. Mom had no idea why they were called Graduates, but she figured the long biscuits would be easy for Baby to hold and suck. After I explained the significance of the name--for babies who have 'graduated' from baby food--she said, 'Ohhh, I get it.' While designed for older babies, I see no harm in letting Baby eat them. They are just biscuits.)

She has started to focus her babbling on the 'ma' sound. She repeats the syllable so it sounds like she is calling me. I don't think she actually is--she seems too young for that--but I suppose she'll learn what it means if I continue to respond to her calling. :)

Twenty-nine weeks and counting!









And check out what she can do... with her toes!

Weight: 18 lbs.
Height: 27 in.
Head: 16 in.
Chest: 16.5 in.

I'm pretty sure the chest measurement is incorrect, considering Baby was screaming and heaving. Her appointment turned into quite an event--screaming, tears, kicking. She also got three vaccines. All the pain on top of being hungry and tired made for a pretty unhappy Baby.

I discovered today that she has learned to sit up on her own. She is still wobbly, but she can hold her arms out to the side and balance herself for a short time. They grow so fast.


Mmm...

Baby is twenty-seven weeks! And also six months. (Thank you Daddy.) She has gotten over the scream-when-I-see-the-grandparents thing, which is a relief since she spends most of her waking hours there during the week. I love watching her smile when I walk in the door to pick her up. We're still waiting for the vocal laugh, but we'll get there. For now, the ear-to-ear grin is quite fine. :)

Doctor's appointment next Friday. Updated statistics then.

Six months of fun

It feels like we've climbed a little mountain. Six months ago, baby was lying in one of those scary closed incubator things, full of tubes and wires, with doctors telling me the risks of everything under the sun and scaring me to death. Today, she's so happy, and expressive, and curious... and she can hear... all things they told me she might never do. We've taught each other so much. I love my giggly, wiggly baby!

Now we are twenty-five weeks old. (Well, yesterday. I revealed to Husband that I [mistakenly thought] had been marking Baby's age on the wrong day of the week. I was counting each Thursday rather than Friday. 'But she was born on a Thursday,' he said. After several seconds of deep concentration, I realized it was so. So anyway.) Baby is wanting to spend more time sitting and standing but not so much lying on her belly. A story on the radio about baby development being linked to tummy time made me worry she wasn't on her belly often enough. That, taken with the delay in getting up on her arms, compounded my concerns. However, I should keep in mind that babies develop at their own rates...


Looking for new uses for the aspirator...


Trying to figure out a complicated device...


I found it funny that she had her leg straight out to the side and her toes were clinging to the crib bar.


Another attempt, getting closer.




All ready to go for a walk on a beautiful day!