Lionfish, age four months.(Started a while ago, never finished)
She won't take a bottle from me. Bullshark hasn't been able to try since getting back from overseas. And I've given up dairy (hopefully temporarily) because she might have a lactose sensitivity. She pretty much won't sleep unless she's held or riding in a car.
Lovely lovely gummy smiles
Her choice of teething ring is my chin
She rolls over, back to front, but will then wail because she's stuck.
Baby milk breath.
She attacks me when hungry, like a shark on a harbor seal.
She has a toy dolphin with a teething ring attached that she loves and she can reach up and pull on a toy that rewards her by playing a quiet tune.
Lionfish, age five and 1/2 months or so.
After trying the umpteenth bottle brand, and after a harrowing week of going to daycare part time until she learned to accept a bottle, she finally accepts a bottle. Thank you, Emily & Susie at the daycare, and thank you Doctor Brown wide bottles, and thank you very occasional dose of Enfamil Soy formula when she's hungry at daycare and they've run out of my milk.
Yeah, still no dairy for me. Screaming gas fits last night, probably because I ate some rice that had a little butter cooked in it.
The next challenge is getting her to sleep through the night (or hell, for a four hour stretch) without being held/rocked/nursed back to sleep.
Despite all that, she still has the sweetest, loveliest disposition ... so long as we're not trying to nap her.
She still has black hair, and it naturally spikes up in front, giving her a mischievous look.
(I harbor not-so-secret hopes that her hair will turn red like my sister's did.)
No teeth yet.
Haven't tried introducing solids -- we're waiting another couple of weeks.
She tries to push forward on her belly, unsuccessfully.
She hates sitting in a Bumpo.
And... instead of napping, she's crying right now, so thus ends this post.