Lizzie's been changing at lightning pace. Her pull to standing is now quite good, and she uses it often. She prefers furniture for support, but a pantleg will suffice. She's also ever more interactive; when I come home from work or the grocery, she bouces and claps with her mad little grin (so gratifying), then crawls over to me with remarkable (and nervewracking) speed, and either pulls herself up on my leg or thrusts out her arms to be picked up.
She has quite a lot to say, too. She chats away to both of us, but even moreso to Coco bear and Lambie (and sometimes to Monkey or Sholomo) in the crib, before and after naps. It's a riot. Intonation varies hugely, but she's definitely keyed into the idea that she's having a back and forth, even when the other party is, in the case of the crib friends, the quiet type.
It's easy to get a big laugh out of the little one. Pretty much anything incongruous is a riot for her, particularly the perrenially amusing object-on-parent-head routine or raspberries. She's even laughed when _she_ farts, which makes me wonder which came first: are farts funny because they sound like raspberries or are raspberries so funny because they sound like farts. The world may never know.
We've been turning over Lizzie's toy collection lately, switching to better big girl toys -- a silicone muffin pan, codl water bottle, and of course cords, telephones, and remote controls top the list. I also bought a wooden "bead maze" contraption with abbacus (the better to understand base 10, my pretty!), which she adores. All around, good times this week in baby land.
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