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Lydia turned eight months old last Monday. Now it’s March, and you only have to say April, May, JUNE!!! and we’ve got a birthday comin’. Goodness.<\/p>\n

For me, this past month has been a whirlwind. Everybody has just been so sick, including me. There was some serious downtime for each member of the family. Even Miss Lydia had to fight off both an ear infection and two crazy parents trying to stuff medicine down her throat. She’s very good at the latter.<\/p>\n

We changed her morning breakfast from bottle only to a mix of oatmeal and applesauce with a bit of milk to wash it all down afterwards. The first couple of days she looked at me like I was nuts but on the third day she was scarfing the oatmeal like a ravenous baby bird, though she still gets quite excited when the milk is offered up at the end. It’s like a dessert. Bonus if she scores the spoon to play with once she’s full.<\/p>\n

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Though not crawling yet, Lydia figured out her own way to be mobile: roll. Once she realized rolling actually got you somewhere new, rolling around seemed ‘worth it.’ The trick was to position herself in such a way so she would roll to what she wanted. This takes some strategy. It’s like the knight piece in the game of chess.<\/p>\n

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Speaking of rolls, Lord, does this girl have ’em. All along her arms and especially her legs she is rolled like the Michelin man. Sometimes when she’s chillin’ with her toys on the floor I’ll just massage those legs. She has such great skin. For a while I was wondering what the feeling of her skin reminded me of and one day it hit me — warm pizza dough. Not that mix stuff; the handmade kind of dough that you lay to rise on the counter. There’s a taughtness to it right before you roll or throw it out into a flat pizza shape. Wonderful.<\/p>\n

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Lydia finally had two new buddies show up in her life — her bottom teeth. They peeked through the last week of January. At first she wasn’t sure what to make of them. She would constantly push at them with her tongue as if to get them out of her way. She’s used to them now and enjoys gnawing on hard stuff to see what damage she can do. The chair I’m sitting in now has little teeth scrape marks on one of the legs.<\/p>\n

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It was a very vocal month for Miss Lydia. She started off with the ‘daa’ sound and she was a big fan of that for quite some time. So was The Husband. After a few weeks she found ‘baa’ and ‘maa’ on the same day and from there she started mixing and matching like a mad chemist. Listening to her gabble in the car is much better than any radio station out there. Some of the best noises, though, are unintentional. For example, she can be a great snorer.<\/p>\n

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