Natalie is in a wonderful phase in which she masters a new skill almost every day. Lately she's able to grab and hold on to things--at first by accident, and now quite purposefully. Often I'll pick her up and she will still have in her grasp a toy or her swaddling blanket.
New noises abound, too--squeals, raspy throat sighs, giggles, half-talk-half-fuss moans.
I reluctantly admit things are getting easier. My hesitation is for fear that I will jinx these golden days.
I'm on a no-dairy, no-eggs diet, since 10/28, which isn't long enough ago to account for Natalie's good mood. I don't know what it is, and in a way I'm getting accustomed to not knowing. At any point, there are too many factors in play. Even if we treat her in a completely constant way (assuming that were possible), she is growing and changing daily.
She's fascinated by the dolly with the rattle in it that a few weeks ago she barely noticed. She has almost completely mastered the toy bar with pull-rings on her bouncy chair. The carseat is no longer entertaining for her, but a place of cruel confinement, even with the toys and front-view mirror we provided, and often even with an accompanying parent in the backseat.
Halloween was fun. I finished her Pebbles costume that day--fashioned on my sewing machine out of several squares of felt from Michael's. That was the first good day of now three in a row.
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