Alice is two-thirds of the way to a year old. What. The. Heck?
The days feel even more hectic than ever lately, what with chasing after two kids, work and all of the rest of things that life throws our way. Alice continues to be one of the things that keeps us on our toes the most, as she is now cruising along the furniture, pushing her toys across the floor and trying to climb everything in sight. If you remember, B didn’t really walk until she was 15 months old. At the rate Alice is going, I’ll be surprised if she isn’t taking steps on her own by Christmas.
Allie Girl finally cut two teeth (bottom, front), which have been helpful for her expanding interests in food. She is rapidly losing interest in being spoon fed purees and is only happy when we give her a food item or a spoon that she can hold on to, and feed to herself. Current favorites include puffed rice cereal, shredded cheese, pasta and B’s leftovers.
In a continuation of what I assume are coping mechanisms developed by second children so that we don’t forget about them, Alice’s hobbies seem mostly to revolve around drawing attention to herself. Her newest tricks include pulling all the books of the shelf and tearing up the pages, sneaking up on Poor Tracy and pulling her tail and throwing herself across B’s lap so big sister will pay attention to her. She spent a lot of time this month practicing her wave, “so big!” peek-a-boo and learning to pull off her socks. She has learned that we find these habits oh-so-adorable, and if have to correct her for something, she knows she can pull out all of these out of her bag of tricks and all will be forgiven.
We all took our first trip to Sesame Place, and while Alice was too little to partake in any of the rides, she didn’t seem to mind watching her big sister nearly pee her pants on the roller coaster. She spent the whole day perched in her stroller, looking around as if to say “Isn’t it so nice that everyone is having a good time?” She is going to make the most adorable little old lady someday.
Happy 8 months, Alice Girl. I love you more than pumpkin spice lattes!