Isabelle is thrilled with her mobility, that's no secret. I've thought that it could be soon, and we'd have a walker on our hands.....I was thinking she'd work on that next since it seemed the next logical progression to me. Silly Mommy! While we still love pulling up and crawling towards EVERYTHING that we are not supposed to have, our new thing is climbing up on and over obstacles to get where we want to go instead of skirting them. This includes toys, mom, dad and even Magnum (who doesn't seem to mind in the least...hey, it's attention, right?)
Once in awhile, Izzy will get brave and let go of what she's holding onto when she's standing, especially if she gets interested in something else. She stands there for a bit, and if she's paying attention enough will plop down on her butt and all is well. If she ISN'T paying attention....well....it's a good thing the floor in the living room is carpeted....and well it's a good thing she has a hard head because the kitchen floor isn't.
Which brings me to the next thing she's been doing the past few weeks. No matter where I am at, she will come find me, and start using my pants to pull up on. Now, this scenario has played itself out many many.....many times over the last couple weeks and has gotten a little annoying to mom. She'll come over (this is always while I am doing something like washing bottles, cleaning veggies...something I can't really include her in), grab a fist full of pants in both hands, pull herself up and stand there, not upset, not fussing...she just stands there with a sense of accomplishment. All that is fine. Then, the boredom monster comes out and she gets daring and tries to go on to something else. When she does, she loses her balance and tries to regain it by hurriedly grabbing fistfuls if pant leg again. However, jeans or PJ pants aren't always forgiving and can seem slippery in the hurried grasp of a new cruiser.....and down to the linoleum we go with injured pride, a bump to the head, and a cry that says 'MOM, why didn't you CATCH me?' Oy. Her little grasping hands are like miniature vices with pinchers on the end...and they're strong! Almost every time I warn her: Isabelle, Mom's pants are NOT a good coice for pulling....I usually get flashed a wrinkle-nosed grin and then she goes back to concentrating on the task at hand.
She seems to be working on her language too. She very vocal and will tell you countless stories. She starting to hum more often, seemingly when she's thinking or content. Recently too, I've noticed that she more reliably knows her name, and, if you have the camera out, say her name, and ask her to smile, she will. Now, I'm pretty sure she doesn't know what smile means....just that she's reacting to us talking to her. She's turning more and more into a complete little person, and is less and less like a baby every day.
Anyway, on to an update of the eating strike. She's still thinking that feeding herself is cooler, but will concede to mom or dad feeding her if she gets to feed herself something too, like Cheerios. Yep, we're onto the genuine Cheerios now. She's also really interested in what Dan and I are having on our plates too. So if it's appropriate we give her a little and see what she does. Among other things, she's tasted baked potato, bread, graham crackers, saltines, spaghetti (just the noodle) and just yesterday Dan and I went to Chili's for lunch during our errand running...she got her first taste of tortilla chip....and loved it. Ooooh...I hope this doesn't mean she will become a carb addict like her mom!
Here are a few pics from this week:
I'm just happy to be here.
Future Audio Engineer?
Who knew an exersaucer could double as a cave? (It's been an effective Christmas tree gate up to this point....maybe not so much anymore...)
GIVE ME that camera! I want to see it!
Mom is no match for my mad climbing skillz...
We really like books like this right now!! There are items on each page to touch, feel and learn about!
Dad reading Isabelle her new book and snuggling with her new jammies.
My little goofball.
