Eight Months

I think I am too tired. Like, detrimental to my brain tired. Evidence? Wren had her eighth monthday earlier this week and I put up a Wordless Wednesday instead. Which was, if you recall, posted on Tuesday.

Thing is, I don't even know why I'm so tired. Wren's been rocking a pretty awesome sleep schedule lately, going down between 8 and 9 and either waking at 3 for a quick snack and then passing right back out or staying asleep straight through until around 5:30 or 6. That may sound horribly early to some but with my work schedule, staying in bed until 6 am on a Sunday IS sleeping in.

Feed meh!

Of course as soon as something get regular something happens and fraks it all up again which is what occurred last week when Wren was simultaneously cutting her top middle teeth. She continues to be the most pleasant baby ever however (but not the happiest. That would be my nephew Senor Wolverine von Purplehands who, according to my S-i-L's facebook page, is never not smiling.) So yeah, my own kid. Two teeth at once sounds like it would be pretty rough, on her and us. But no, when she did get restless or wake up out of turn all Wren needed were some snuggles while we waited for the pain meds to kick in and a few rounds of Scrape Your Face Membranes With My Badger Claws before she'd settle back down. Not one single inconsolable crying jag and only the tiniest bit of buttrash. This is not at all how I remember Calder being. Then again he was much younger and couldn't do a great deal to relieve his discomfort on his own, what with having no developed motor skills yet. My recollections could also be tinted by the fact that almost everything about him is a challenge lately so it has started to feel like life with him has always been impossible. Deep down I know this isn't true but sometimes it sure feels like it.

Baby Broccolihead

So yeah, in the last month some teeth happened. We taught her to wave, clap and do "so big!" too. Sometimes she just sits in her highchair cycling through all three in a valiant attempt to garner our undivided attention. However, the big news is the gigantic leap in Wren's gross motor skills. She now stands on her own for moderate periods of time and even took a step or two today. Not two steps together, but one step twice. I have no evidence to back up either of these claims save for one sideways video Bruce put up on Facebook. Every time I try to get her on camera she forgets about being advanced for her age and lunges at my camera or phone. Her mobility is becoming and issue such to the point that we now have to keep the bathroom door shut lest I catch her with her hands in the toilet again. You put Wren on the floor and she will make a beeline straight there. Unless she is in the mood for playing in the dog water or trying to eat small pieces of toys of her brother's floor. She never makes a break for her own bedroom for some reason.

I don't take pictures of her doing anything other than eating anymore. That's all she does.

Wren's likes still include the pets and her brother and pretty much anything with a face. I caught her giving sloppy wet baby kisses to the pictures of puppies in one of her books. This is definitely going to be the kind of child that asks for a pony every year for Christmas. She also likes food, all kinds, playing with balls, chewing on the coffee table and random intermittent shrieking. She is also an accomplished earring ninja and tooth scraper.

Dislikes are having clothes put on, having her diaper put on, sitting still and not being allowed to lay on to of the cat. Oh, and not being given food fast enough. That is one of the surest ways to piss Wren off.

Mastered Skills (most kids can do):

Says "mama" or "dada" to parents (isn't specific) - Perhaps. Wren is still on the "Uh muhmuhmuh" thing but around Christmas she added "djah djah" to her repertoire. I think it might still be a while before we can officially call this one.

Passes objects from hand to hand - Oh yes. It usually goes like this: Pick up plastic phone. Pick up hard plastic rattle. Slooooowly touches them together *tink* Brings them together again, this time with a little more force *Clack!* And then the little baby brain lightbulb pops up and  *WHAMWHAMWHAMWHAM* So peaceful, this home is. 

Emerging Skills (half of kids can do):

Stands while holding onto something -Or not holding. Whichever.

Crawls - Everywhere. You cannot stop her. I think she may be over it already. Today she started crawling with one knee on the ground and pushing with her foot on the other side.

Points at objects - Is that object the cat? Or food? Yes. I don't know that she has pointed at much else though.

Searches for hidden objects - Did I hear the cat? Where is the cat? Is he under the bed? THERE IS THE CAT!  *patpatpat HUUUUUUG*

Advanced Skills (a few kids can do):

Pulls self to standing, cruises - AHAHAHAHAHAH.

Picks things up with thumb-finger pincer grasp - Eh, feeding herself is still pretty much a big old fistful of whatever she can scrape off her palm. There's been a few attempts at picking small stuff up with her fingers but she usually fails and goes back to the open handed shovel method.

Indicates wants with gestures - Meh. Maybe? That could be what the waving and clapping recitals are all about but I wouldn't say I am positive. I mean, I may think so but I know she can't be perfect in everything after all.