L can sit up. By what measurement does one demarcate official baby achievement? The question is: she can sit up, as in be seated upright. She does this well, she does not topple, she does not need to lean against. I have taken sitting pictures. She can go from sitting to crawling. But she can’t get to sitting on her own. So does this count? Or am I prematurely milestoning her? I can tell you this: she loves an upright world. It’s entertaining to watch her second-by-second deliberations. Move my face downward to continue luscious gnawing of generic foreign object in my hand? Or look up and enjoy the scenery? Or gnaw? Or look? Or go back and forth, interweaving the two with spun silk droolstrings? This baby, she’s not so baby. She can get things. She can sit. She can swallow the attractive choking hazards her sister has had previous freedom to leave everywhere.
Lip lotion cap.
Crayon paper casing remnant.
L, we don’t eat foreign objects!
We knew how to feed one, we knew how to contain the other to keep her safe so she didn’t inadvertently feed herself. Two very-relied-on sure footings we’ve lost in recent few days….