Since I wrote last, my baby has turned one year old. She is walking, and has a gait rather like a trot when she is in a hurry to get somewhere. She has seven teeth, four on top and three on the bottom.
Just last night she started scooping up water in the bath with her little plastic cups. I always scoop water over her to rinse her and wash her hair. I had never seen her imitating that gesture with such intention.
I bought a baby brush and comb for her birthday, which I forgot in the flurry of party and other presents. I thought of it as something more utilitarian than entertaining, really, but to my surprise she enjoys the brush very much. She smiles when I brush her hair, and immediately began reaching for the brush to try it herself.
She also enjoys having her teeth brushed, with the little plastic finger brush and her strawberry-banana toothpaste (which I still can't quite imagine is good for her--but it is Earth's Best). My finger is in constant danger of being chomped, but as long as she seems to think it is such fun, Mama will put up with a sore finger.
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