Sophie Bean is officially seven months old. It's that time again for me to say - where has the time gone? How has it been seven months already? Especially when each individual day seems so slow? Don't mistake that sentiment for the tiniest bit of remorse over staying home with my daughter. The opportunity to be there with her during all of her firsts is greater than any personal loss I may feel from the lack of adult interaction and the sabbatical from professional life. And I know that the time will be here before you can spit when I look back on these days through the rose colored glasses of memory and don't remember the hours of boredom and loneliness. I will think only of when she crawled for the first time or listening to her chatter and coo as she builds up to her first words.
And on that note, I will mention that the Bean has developed her own method of movement which I'm calling the inchworm. Although her exact means of locomotion isn't exactly clear. She doesn't quite use her arms or legs and yet somehow she manages to move across the floor. I suspect she has highly developed stomach muscles that propel her along. I first noticed it the other day when I laid her down on the floor about three feet from the TV remote. I looked away for a second and when I turned back, she was at the remote attempting to stuff it broadside in her mouth. I did a double take, thinking perhaps I hadn't put her as far from it as I had thought. So I repeated the experiment and this time, as I watched, she slithered over to the remote. Whenever she's on her stomach, I fold her legs up underneath her to try to inspire her to a more traditional crawl, but to no avail as yet.
Anyhoo, that's her seven month picture in a dress given to her by her pinni and amamma. Its still a little big, but sooo cute I couldn't resist putting her in it. Does she look any different since her six month picture?