Ten Months

Angelfish claps when she's happy.  She claps when I pick her up from her crib. She claps when she sees her brother. She claps for Cheerios. She also slams her hands down on her high chair tray ... her sign for "I'm out of Cheerios."  Cheerios are important. 

We're in the "chop food up into tiny pieces and see if she'll eat it" phase. Bananas, yes.  Apples, she shoves them up into her chipmunk cheeks and then gags.  For such a pro with Cheerios, you'd think the texture wouldn't be a problem.  Veggies? Hit or miss. They're not Cheerios, after all.  Fortunately, she'll eat anything you feed her off of a spoon, so she's getting a good variety.

She hits her head with her hand when she is tired. If you miss that sign, she'll rub her eyes.  If you bring her to her crib when you see the signs, she'll gratefully pop her thumb in her mouth, turn onto her belly and head off to sleep.  Woe to you if you miss the signs.  She sleeps ok at daycare.  But anywhere that's not a crib -- car seat, stroller -- she has more difficulty.

She loves blocks and cups -- anything she can attempt to stack, shake, carry, and most importantly, slam together.  She loves to pull herself up to stand by furniture.  Apparently standing and banging things together is sooo much cooler than doing it while sitting.  My sister loaned us a toy piano -- perfect height for standing and banging. It is possibly her favorite thing since Cheerios.

She hates having her nose wiped, which is unfortunate because she's pretty much had a runny nose since she was 4 months old. Meh. Daycare. Its one of the only things that will elicit a real, hard cry from her. 

She loves baths.  (My son hated baths at this age... it was trauma. It is so nice not to have this fight.)

She has a lot of personality, and she's starting to make her very strong opinions known about things.  I can only see this as the beginning of trouble... in the best possible way.