-Phoebe is eating 99% real food now. I keep jars for backup only.
-The dinner bottle is being served in a sippy cup. She cannot keep the last swallow in her mouth. The last sip just falls right out. Splat.
-New words: bottle and Miss Mihela (her teacher's name)
-She is taking a few steps, but prefers to hold a hand and run. My back hurts a little. I am ready for walking... even if it requires more childproofing.
-She high fives and blows kisses.
-She dances by shaking her head (think Stevie Wonder) We sing shake it baby, shake it. It looks like she is saying no..But she is dancing.
-Phoebe HATES grass. She will sit in the grass and lift one leg in the air in a truly uncomfortable position. Mud on the other hand. Awesome.
-She loves the couch. She can twist/turn, bury her head in blankets, jump and pounce like a cat. The couch is her favorite location in the house. If she is n @ ked... all the better. My little nud-ist
-Much to my dismay, a 4:00 am bottle has reappeared.
-Slides, swings, the red wagon and generally anything outside brings her joy. (I hope she gets my skin tone... Chip gets a sunburn thinking about the sun..)
And here is our last month of fun:
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