Our little peanut weighed a whooping 14 pounds even at her 6 month checkup. I don't think she's gained much since then. In fact, she still fits nicely into the infant car seat. But we finally switched her into the convertible seat over the weekend...rear-facing of course. It's a bit roomier and therefore, easier to get her in and out of. Thank goodness she loves riding in the van...because we're always driving here, there, and everywhere.
Theresa might not be growing much, but gracious, she is a little pig. Seriously. I made every kind of homemade baby food possible and filled up 14 gallon-sized freezer bags over the summer. Guess what? It's gone...all gone. And that was 3 months ago. Nowadays, I mash up whatever we're eating and feed her that at mealtimes. Tonight's menu was roasted tomato soup and grilled cheese...she inhaled it. Daddy fed her pumpkin pie over Thanksgiving, and she LOVED it. The family could help but laugh at David because he couldn't get it in her mouth fast enough. Every time he paused for just a moment, she would scream at him. I have bought a few jars of prepared baby food...sometimes there is just not enough time to get her anything else...and we have to be somewhere to pick up somebody 20 times a day...you know what I mean? :-)
We keep waiting for Theresa to sprout some hair and cut some teeth. Right around Thanksgiving, she finally cut one of her bottom front teeth, followed immediately by another. She didn't cry or fuss at all while they were breaking through...whew. The hair around the back of her head is getting longer, but around the top and sides...there has been negative growth. I think her tiny, newborn cousin Tim has more hair than she does, lol!
Around 7 months, our wee babe figured out how to crawl. Well...she doesn't crawl exactly. She lurches forward on her hands, and pushes off the carpet with her toes. All of our other kids crawled army-style on their tummies. Theresa apparently has her own style. It looks like that dance move from the 80's...what was it called? The worm? When she seems something on the floor that she wants, especially a piece of food, she shrieks after it. Yes...our little one has become our official floor sweeper.
Let's see, what else? Oh, yes. Theresa knows how to get attention. When she fusses, one of her big sisters comes running to pick her up, hold her, or give her Cheerios. Even Joshua will often pick her up and play with her for a few minutes. It's sweet to see a 12-year-old comfort his baby sister. Of course, I don't actually tell Joshua that. He might not like it. ;-)
Earlier tonight, Theresa found her way into the kitchen, and I had a few minutes for a photo shoot.
I see Mommy...
It looks so chewable...
Just about there...
Sure...I'll smile. Just let me eat the camera. :-)
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