Thank God Anne slept beautifully last night. There was the routine leg flailing and roundhouse kicks to our midsections, but at least she did all that in her sleep.
Anne’s now 8 and a half months old. Many things have changed. She no longer takes her bath in her baby bathtub. She now takes showers standing up, hands on a tiny plastic chair we got from Ikea. She’s started babbling, at times holding eye contact and talking to us like we’re supposed to understand her point of view on global politics. She also likes looking at herself upside down in the mirror. She does this by flexing her back backwards.
So maybe it’s overstimulation from the holiday season. It doesn’t help that we have Faith’s office event tonight, a wedding dinner tomorrow night and church activities till New Year’s. Maybe we’ll play the old fogey card and retire at seven or something.
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