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9 months old
Jan. 30th, 2005 10:58 amNine months old today, at 17:14 UK time! At the Biscuit Tin Cafe, in the play area, the bead toy she used to reach up to is now below her shoulder height. Tables she used to crawl around under, she now pulls hot cups of tea from. Old dangers, like surfaces more than 6" high, are trivial playthings now, and the world is full of new dangers - colouring pencils with pointy pointy ends, sharp pieces of paper, other children's leftover salty crisps, and so on.
Everywhere we go, she makes friends. People frequently comment on how pretty she is, how bonny, how attractive, how smiley. My continuing mantra of "Every mother thinks their baby is best" is fading, gradually benig replaced by the more forceful "they say these things about all babies, she's not really that different, you just think so because you're her mother."
We were waiting for a bus with her auntie this morning, at about 8 am, and the ticket inspector came and pulled faces at her, and tickled her cheek, and talked about his grandson. then we went for coffee and four women at a nearby table smiled and grinned to make her smile. Then we came here, to the Biscuit Tin Cafe, and the usual horde of admirers assembled. Yesterday and Friday, too, her auntie continually commented on how many friends she makes everywhere.
It has been a good nine months. In four days, she'll be longe rout than in, and we ilke her this way.
Everywhere we go, she makes friends. People frequently comment on how pretty she is, how bonny, how attractive, how smiley. My continuing mantra of "Every mother thinks their baby is best" is fading, gradually benig replaced by the more forceful "they say these things about all babies, she's not really that different, you just think so because you're her mother."
We were waiting for a bus with her auntie this morning, at about 8 am, and the ticket inspector came and pulled faces at her, and tickled her cheek, and talked about his grandson. then we went for coffee and four women at a nearby table smiled and grinned to make her smile. Then we came here, to the Biscuit Tin Cafe, and the usual horde of admirers assembled. Yesterday and Friday, too, her auntie continually commented on how many friends she makes everywhere.
It has been a good nine months. In four days, she'll be longe rout than in, and we ilke her this way.
