Sophie just might be even more dramatic than Maya. She seems to savour extreme emotions. Wherever could that trait have come from?
When she is upset, her cry is heart-wrenching, her face conveying desperation, anger, betrayal, impatience, disapproval. And when she is amused or excited, her eyes shine and her delighted shrieks carry the exact sound of perfect happiness.
All other times, she is just plain loud. Yelling, babbling, grunting....waiting for someone, anyone to just look at her. If you are the lucky one that looks,... the smile you receive is (seriously) healing, pure contentment, wonder, love.
A few times this week, she's been waking up around 3AM... very unhappy, uncomfortable?, mad, hungry? Not fun.
Hopefully tonight is a peaceful one. Though I do kind of miss her, now that she's sleeping... I really need the sleep.
This video is from a couple of weeks ago (I might be 'stretching it' a bit to call this actual vocabulary development... but she DID say it:) ...she's actually crawling now too (you can see her eagerly rocking on all fours here)... a little unconventionally at times, and kind of slow, but definitely crawling.
2 comments:
It's okay, Sophie, sometimes, when I say you're dad's name, it makes me so excited that I choke, splutter and then fall over, too.
Um, the captcha for this comment is basically the phonetic spelling for 'Ryan'.
That. Is weird.
Also, great job, Sophie! Maybe when I see you in a couple of hours we can teach you to say Aunt Katie!
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