Our Beada turned seven months on the 4th of November.
In keeping with her proclivity to follow her brother Clive’s gross motor habits, she waited until this month to become a proficient sitter, though she still tumbles over occasionally; she’s given to flailing with excitement whenever she catches your eye. She has a smile that takes up half of her face, and she scrunches over with glee when she’s spoken to.
She is still an easy laugher and frequently breaks into cackles of delight. This is particularly true whenever Eldore is nearby. I’m not sure if it’s his mannerisms or his size, or maybe both, but she thinks that seeing him walking around is the funniest thing ever. Much funnier than any of her other siblings! For his part, Eldore appreciates his sister’s glee at his person, and exaggerates his movements to take full advantage of her attention. They are really a very funny pair.
She is clingy. I say this in the nicest way possible. She likes to be with you…close to you…very close…as close as possible…maybe in a sling, if your arm gets tired from lugging her around. If you can’t carry her, maybe you can put her on the floor and sit next to her and talk. She likes that too. Not as much as being carried, of course, but it’ll do from time to time.
If you will sit and talk to her, she will reward you with all sorts of scrunches and smiles and generally make you feel like you’re the most fascinating conversationalist she’s ever met, which is, frankly, entirely possible. She’s hasn’t been around for very long.
She’s started ever-so-slightly pushing up onto all fours. She isn’t quite there, but she’s very, very close. I imagine she will be up and crawling soon, but my original estimate of “by the end of the month” is probably a little too fast for how little time she now spends on the floor (as when she is down, she’s crabbing to be picked up.) I am not too terribly sad about it taking longer. I’ve only just gotten used to being able to keep the basement door open without worrying about Eldore tumbling down the stairs, and I’m in no hurry to have to be constantly checking that it’s closed. Take your time, Beatrice.
She has no teeth, which is no surprise. She’s still got a full head of hair, which is also not a surprise. Even the little bald spots she got from lying on her back are gone–all her hair is a mousy-brown color, and her eyes are the same nondescript grey that Elvie’s were, which could mean a number of things as far as what color they’ll eventually end up.
She still has an incredibly delicate set of features, and she’s on the petite side of average, though not as “badly” as Clive and Anselm were as infants. (Despite this fact, she still wears me out with carrying her around! I must be getting old.)
She doesn’t have the best sleep habits still, but this is 95% due to the fact that her bed is still in our room. I am not sure when we will be able to move her into the nursery, as I am unwilling to deal with the fallout of her occasional wake-ups with Eldore and Elvie. In addition to this, the fact that I currently need her to get up very early so she can go to bed very early (so I can use both of my hands to make dinner) means that she’s up and then back down for her first nap before the other children are even up for the day, and I don’t think I could swing sneaking her out of the room and then back into the room for a nap…it just doesn’t quite work. We officially need an extra bedroom.