Belly (as will be her new name on the blog) is getting bigger and stronger and smarter. She's learned which breast she prefers for which meals. She knows that if she clenches and unclenches her hand, I will pick her up and hold her. She does not know it means I will nurse her though.
She can sit up. She can push backwards while on her tummy. She abhors tummy time though and will roll over when you put her down. She can drink from a straw. She can laugh at N's jokes. Belly is showing independence and curiosity and a desire to be a part of the family in a way she isn't quite yet. She's still just a tiny bit "the little baby that we carry on our adventures" and she seems to be trying to break free of that.
When I attempt to sit her down now, she locks her legs in an attempt to stand. She makes whimpering and whining and crying noises when we eat. She wants food too. She chatters like a crazy little girl.
When we "read" her touch and feel book, she remembers it and goes right for the textured parts of the page. If N comes near her, and she tries to grab his hair and shake him. This causes him to duck and cry and retaliate. It starts so early.
She's obsessed with cats. That is how you know she's my daughter. Belly, the daughter of a ninja kitten. She'd rather stare at the cats than do anything else. She likes car naps and hates alone in the bedroom naps. Sometimes, she gets fussy and only mommy will do for her nap.
Belly is dressed crazily. Sometimes she'll have on her Sunday finest. Other times, she's dressed like I went blind during the picking of her clothes. She's growing into a more distinct look now too. Earlier, she was N's twin. Now, she is starting to get her own features that are the Belly's and not just "Oh, that's like N." Her nails are like mine. Her lips are like mine. Her smile is beatific so that must be from P.
I can't believe she's this small. I can't believe she's growing so quickly. How is it that I've had her for what seems like forever, but she was just born this year? I absolutely adore babies. If I did not have a problem with my stupid veins and my clotting blood, I'd have a billion of them, each sweeter than the last. As it is, I think she might be last so I try to remember that as I smell the top of her head before I kiss her once again.