Three days ago, Blaine turned 7 months old.
She is a girl, through and through.
Loves to hear herself scream.
Throws a fit when her Daddy leaves for school in the morning.
When prone, she now pushes up in a plank position on hands, not elbows.
Will be crawling any day.
She responds when her name is called.
No teeth yet, though she gums on anything in sight, with occasional drool.
Has left a permanent "cow" trail around the apartment with her walker wheels.
She weighed 7.9 kgs at the animal clinic today. Yes, we weighed her on a dog and cat scale.
She likes to gnaw on nilla wafers.
Elmo is still her main squeeze. Don't you dare put on that Bert and Ernie crap.
She can entertain herself on her play mat for 45-60 minutes straight.
When in distress (crying that is), start counting to ten, and she is laughing before 3.
She prefers Daddy to put her to sleep at night now, but I did tonight since Daddy is practicing surgical skills at his desk.
She LOVES to randomly admire her hands while pronating and supinating in the most graceful, pageant waving fashion.
She will be 7 1/2 months when we touchdown on US soil for our last break.
@ her 8 1/2 month bday, we will make our last (God willing) trek to Kitts.
She is a joy, a delight, the most precious gal in sight.
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