Kitty cats!

Rebecca is fascinated by felines. Really - the sight of a kitty cat fills her with shrieking glee. In return, I think the kitty cats are filled with trepidation. Becca chased after friend cats recently, desperate to touch them and determined to watch them. Is this somehow related to her love of puppets? Is there something especially intriguing for babies about small, animated creatures?

Crawling 2.0

Increasingly, Rebecca crawls without using her knees. It's all about the hands and feet now. To do so, she must turn her feet slightly sideways. I think it's an omen.

Rebecca REALLY enjoys her first arrowroot cookie while sitting on Nanny's lap.

Rebecca enjoys her first arrowroot cookie

Tooth #4 is out!

Finally - after five days and nights of an episodically unhappy little baby, the fourth tooth has emerged. Rebecca is also 8 months old today. I'm having difficulty accepting how quickly time is passing, but I suppose that is simply the nature of things. When I was small, a half hour seemed like an eternity. Now, it goes by in a heartbeat. Of course, if they were selling free half hours, I would be at the front of the line with a handful of cash. I have no time.
I used to have a handheld electronic game. In this game, you are working in a greenhouse, trying desperately to safeguard your plants against herbivorous insects. The longer you play, the faster and more numerous the insects. You are armed with a can of DDT (uh oh) and must spritz the caterpillars once and the spiders twice (of course). No matter how proficient you become, ultimately, you will reach a point of failure because there is just too much going on. Of course, that's what makes the game exciting - just before you capitulate, you feel like you are operating at your maximum ability. Hmmm. I am not trying to say that I am about to lose my greenhouse plants. My point is something more along the lines of - being surprised by how far you can stretch and recover (do not try this with a metal slinky).

Rebecca's standing trick

Rebecca: Social Butterfly

Triple Projectile Vomit in Fitmom class

No, it isn't all roses and sunshine in Mommyland.
Sometimes your baby covers you in hot, foul, colourful vomit when you are wearing shorts and a tank top designed to wick up moisture. Sometimes you have to return home with a bag full of puke drenched baby wipes. Sometimes you have to go allow that same spew-machine devour 9 oz of formula in one sitting even if you may be simply refueling the barf engine.
But she's asleep at the end of the car ride. You can pick her up and carry her to her bed, and the whole way, she snuggles into you and holds on as if you are the entire world.