I went for a walk today with a friend of mine who has a 7-month-old. She said her daughter claps her hands together, which Rachel does not. So, naturally, I got worried. I came home and when Rachel was in her high chair, I clapped my hands together, then clapped hers together. She repeated it right after me, which was a huge relief.
The effort to make her eat finger foods continues. When I told Drew I was concerned that she still won't actually swallow things like cheese and cracker bits he said, "Don't go looking for things to worry about." Obviously, he still hasn't realized that I'm a Jewish mother, even after nearly 25 years of knowing me.
She was an unusually delightful dinner companion tonight. She kept waving her right arm around in the air, as if she was trying to say hello, or goodbye, or just waiting for a high-five. So, Drew and I gave her high-fives throughout dinner. She thought it was the most hilarious thing in the world. And so, because we love hearing her laugh, we lightly slapped her palm again and again and again.
Yes, our brains are beginning to turn to Swiss cheese.
On a separate front: She loves dropping things from her high chair: Bits of food, toys, her pacifier. So Drew has re-named her, from Countess von Spitzenburgen (for the copious amounts of spit-up that have dwindled to only occasionally) to: Princess von Droppenstein.
Come to think of it, our brains HAVE turned to Swiss cheese.
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