And it was a world of difference from a sick baby and a healthy baby. When the Baby was sick, she would just snuggle up to us and put her head down. She refused to eat anything but the breast milk, and she slept for 90% of the day. She didn't smile, she didn't laugh and it was just hard for the Wifey and I because we just wanted the crazy happy baby we know. The telltale sign we had that the Baby was getting better was when she started heading for the window above our bed. Every morning when the Baby wakes up, she immediately makes a mad dash, climbing our bodies and the pillows to look out the window. And we knew she was back to normal when we saw her appetite had returned.
One of the most common things that people tell us is that the Baby is still so petite. And then after watching her eat, people tell us how amazing it is to see her eat so much food. She will eat two whole bananas, cereal, and a bottle of milk for breakfast. And for dinner she will eat an entire grilled chicken breast, vegetables, pasta, and apple sauce.
It's no surprise that the first word the Baby coherently uses is "more". She knows not to ask for more until all her food is gone, even though her cheeks would be stuffed with food. The Baby also does a little nod and a dance when she asks for more food as well. The Baby has gotten pretty good at saying "mom" and "dad" and knows who is who. But apparently the Baby is much too mature to say "mommy" or "dada", it's a distinct "mom" and "dad".
In other news, the Baby is inching closer to taking her first steps. She can go from sitting to standing on her own and just stands there yelling at us.
But for now, here are some pictures from when the Baby was sick. What a miserable little wreck.
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