Seven months.

So Valerie is officially seven months old.  To celebrate, she decided to spend a couple of days getting her top front teeth.  Either that, or an alien has taken over her body and it’s pissed at being stuck on Earth, so I’m guessing the teeth.  Nothing yet.  Pray soon.

Anyhow, the ambitious little thing has started standing completely unsupported.  We saw her do it the first time about a week ago, and now about every other time you put her down on her feet she’ll just stand there for a minute before she drops down and crawls away.  She’s so controlled on her way to the ground!  She can push something across the room and walk behind it.  She cruises all over the place, around the coffee table and between it and the couch and along anything she can find to hold onto.  She climbs over things in her path now, too, and when Sadie takes the cushions off the couch and throws them down in front of it she’ll climb up onto the couch.

She’s finally thinking about growing out of her 3-6 month wardrobe, which is all huge on her except for the length.  She’s all arms and legs.  I stuff her full of cheese and butter and she just gets taller.  Future supermodels of America?  I bought her hippie baby yogurt last week, which she loves.  She eats suppers with us now, and baby food maybe every other day for a meal.  She hates being fed.  Pretty much any kind of pasta is her favorite. food. ever.  And cheese.  OMG, the cheese.

She is without a doubt the oldest seven month old baby I’ve ever met.  Having Sadie to keep up with is a great motivator, it seems.  I just wish she’d sleep like an older baby, already, before I collapse!

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