It's been more than a month since I last wrote, but Sierra seems to have changed by twice that. In early August, Sierra playfully rolled from her back to her front, and even learned to go from her front to her back. Now, Sierra is motoring across the floor, making b-lines to everything she shouldn't have. From nail clippers to computer wires to eye glasses. She's gone from sitting up on her own, to military crawling, and now, she's using her parents as props to help her go from a seated position to standing up. In just 40 days, she has developed so much. It's wonderful. Tiring, but wonderful.
Teething
A few weeks ago, Sierra went through the not-so-pleasant milestone of growing her first tooth. She drooled, she cried, she couldn't eat. It was rough. I had to give her a dose of baby Tylenol just to get her to handle eating. This went on for a few days as the tooth cut through the gums. But once the little blade of a tooth began to show, the pain seemingly has gone away. Now when she smiles or cries for whatever reason, I smile at the sight of this tiny little tooth. I smile when I think about five or six years from now when I get to put that little tooth under her pillow one night so that the tooth fairy can swap the tooth for a buck like when I was a kid. But I wonder what the rate for a tooth goes these days, though.
Blah, Blah, Blah ...
One afternoon after returning from my father-in-law's office, Sierra began talking in her very own special way. "Blah, blah, blah, blah," she would say then and still says constantly. It's such a funny little sound, but one that makes her feel like she's one of the group. She loves to mimic others in conversation. Everyone jokes, now, that when anyone asks my father-in-law what goes on at his office, he may as well just answer, "Blah, blah, blah."
Things she's eaten ...
Here is a list of items little Sierra has eaten or tried to eat (other than food) in the last month.
1. Dirty diapers
2. Clean diapers
3. Baby wipes
4. SELF Magazine
5. Feathers from a pillow
6. Rolling Stone Magazine
7. Gift-wrap ribbons
8. Paper towels
9. Shoe laces
10. Pens and highlighters
11. Cell phones
12. Tiny stones
13. Leather brief case straps
14. VCR tape boxes
15. Cleveland Browns jersey
And, I might say, this is all with me watching her like a hawk. She moves a lot faster than you might think a 7-month-old child could. A blink of an eye and she's no longer in her daddy-made pen -- complete with a mountain of pillows, a beanbag chair, and a giant Brutus the Buckeye stuffed doll. She escapes like Andy Dufresne in "The Shawshank Redemption," tunneling through stuffed objects on her way to freedom. The only things I see are her legs flailing as she heads under the kitchen table, or the coffee table, or by the front door as if she knows that freedom lies on the other side. I can't read a paragraph of a book without her breaking free. It's funny and exhausting. I just cringe, though, when I think of what it will be like when this little girl learns to run.
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