Our dear little one is now seven months old. Her first birthday is creeping closer and she seems to have grown so much in the past month. In these photos she'd just woken from her afternoon nap, her eyes still puffy with sleep. The time after her nap is especially precious. She greets me with a grin that makes her eyes light up. In this happy, playful mood she babbles and laughs easily. A babies laugh is a delight.
This past month Emerson's awareness of the world has grown. She has become fascinated with our cat Seth and sits staring at him in quiet fascination. She quite often falls over as she leans forward to follow his movements. When the two meet on my lap, she pats him with clumsy open palms, then pulls and twists his ears. Thirteen years old, Seth is gentle and patient. Emerson also rolled over for the first time this month. She tested her new skill another four times that day, showing Mama, Cohen, her Aunt and Uncle, and then hasn't rolled again since. Poor Daddy is still waiting. (Thankfully I managed to catch the moment on video.) Teeth have been making their presence felt this past month too. I'm reminded how bothersome they can be before they cut the gum. Hello sleepless nights. Her babbling often sounds like words now, though I'm not sure how to make the distinction between word sounds and actual words. She makes recognisable 'yum yum' sounds when eating and 'mum' sounds when cranky.
Still, I'm in no rush for her to grow up.
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