Rhea-bae is nine months old today. Cue predictable mommy tears and disbelief.
My sister says I should hire her out for baby therapy, because holding her placid, warm, chubby body is very therapeutic. She might be onto something there. Whether Rhea is on your hip or in your lap, her closeness is very soothing. She is just so sweet and unflappable.
Milestones: She still favors army crawling to crawling up on all fours, but she keeps assuming the crawling position and rocking on all fours like she is considering it. I am 99% certain she is referring to me when she says “mama.” She usually says it plaintively, which is my main indicator. She is babbling up a storm these days. She is finally sleeping through the night every night!!! However, it is in her rock n play. I have given up on the room sharing experiment for now, and am relishing sleeping all night long. She has graduated to group baths with the other three girls. It is a sight to behold, but she can hold her own. She eats her solids like a champ, and eats whatever we eat. The only baby food she receives is in the form of pouches that she can squeeze herself. SHE IS FINALLY DRINKING OUT OF A BOTTLE! I casually offered her one during one evening that she was staying with my parents before Scott and I went on our Valentine’s date and she guzzled the whole thing down like it was NBD. All prior attempts had ended in disaster. Babies mess with your mind, man. She can go from laying down to sitting up by doing an impressive baby sit up. She has abs of steel. She will clap, but one hand is always curled into a little fist and she also waves.