Raspberries are apparently your new thing. That is, the kind that you blow, not the kind that you eat. Every time we turn around now, your tongue is peeking out of your mouth and the spit is sliding down your chin as you demonstrate just how cheeky you can be. Which unfortunately is really cute so instead of persuading you that there are perhaps times when the behaviour may be considered somewhat inappropriate, we usually mimic you because you look so pleased with yourself when you get us to be silly.
It’s clear that you like to do what we do and you are pretty good at figuring out how to manage that. Another thing you have started doing is bringing the back of your hand to your mouth and waving your fingers out and in again as you say ‘ahhhhh’. You do this to mimic the sound that you hear when your dad puts one of his fingers along the opening between your lips and moves it up and down quickly. It didn’t take you long to learn that if you vocalise while he does that, you get a cool sound. Whenever he does it now, you immediately start to make a sound. You want to be able to do this on your own though and without the motor control to move one finger against your lips, the whole hand is the next best thing.
And speaking of motor control and movement, the finer points may be beyond you at the moment but you certainly have some of the bigger movements down pat. Especially twisting your body. I noted before that I could often carry you with one arm because you don’t tend to use your body as a projectile. You still don’t. You’re not trying throw your weight around when I hold you. You are now however constantly trying to distribute that weight by twisting your body to face out. I used to think it was just so you could see Reuben or your father more clearly but I have noticed that if I turn around such that you twisting your body would have you facing a blank wall instead of a person, you still choose to twist and face the blank wall. It can be kind of frustrating my twisty little girl who twists so fine.
Also, with your propensity to twist comes your tendency to roll. A lot. In fact you now roll so much that we have started to lose you in your cot. As you know, we have one of those fancy schmancy monitors which has both a day and (infra-red) night mode so we can check on you remotely. It is set up on a tripod, wedged between the end of your cot and your change table, and as such, it’s field of vision is about 5/6ths of your cot from side to side. We always put you down in the middle of the cot, in full view of the monitor, however, when you are fighting sleep, sometimes you are nowhere to be seen. You roll around so much that you line your body right up against the side bars of the cot and become the disappearing baby. A child who is heard and not seen.
We never lose you though when you manoeuvre yourself so you that you are lying with your head and feet towards the sides of the cot rather than the ends. But you won’t be able to do that for too much longer because you have been growing in leaps and bounds. Ever since you started on solids, you appear to have developed hollow legs. We don’t feed you till you turn your head and don’t want any more, we feed you until we think you can’t possibly need any more food. And that food has been turning into baby fat, ready for the time when you need excess stores of energy to crawl. So you are quite delightfully…pudgy in places. You don’t exactly have cankles but you do have that roll of skin which folds over at your wrist as your hand meets your forearm. You’re not short and stout though. You are in fact quite tall. You started your life in the 50th centile for all measurements. Perfectly average. At seven months, you have advanced to the 97th centile. The nurse who measured you at your last immunisation actually had to measure your head twice because when she looked at the graph, she thought she might have been a bit over zealous with the tape measure. The fact that you also have a big head though, doesn’t surprise me in the slightest.
Another thing that was new this week was that you started daycare. Technically you were only supposed to be there for short trial days however I think you actually spent more time in daycare this week than you will in a normal week going forwards. This was because you seemed perfectly happy to be there and I was perfectly happy to leave you there. So many women in my mother’s group have been dreading and lamenting the fact that they have to leave their babies in child care. I was actually kind of excited to drop you off! I walked in, handed you over and walked out again. I think a bit of time to myself makes me a better parent while you get to have fun with other people. Being easily on call however (since I wasn’t back at work this week) was actually a blessing as it turns out because on Friday, you got a fever.
I ended up taking you home earlier than planned on Friday as you were running a temperature. You weren’t unhappy or upset but you were hot. And at 2am on Saturday morning, you were really hot. Your fever got up to 39.2 so I called the health direct line to see if we needed to get you to a hospital. Fortunately, after the nurse had been through the phone assessment, the advice was to get you seen by a doctor within 4 hours. This meant that we could wait for the locum doctor who could only make it out to the house at 5am. He felt that you had probably picked up a virus at daycare though (so not the next tooth that has finally come through) and with some paracetamol and fluids, you would be fine. Thankfully on Sunday you were much better.