Eight months of happiness
Восемь месяцев счастья
Every time I’m sure Marge won’t surprise with new skills after one more month, she does it.
Marge is trying to sit by herself.
She claps her hands.
She actually tried food and loved yogurt, bullion, water, cheese, cucumber, apples and bread. And she hates everything sweet, like bananas, pumpkin and her cough syrup (apples she liked were more sour than sweet). She also has tried buckwheat, fish, chicken and other food, but hadn’t much interest about that.
Marge actually says ‘nyam’ when she eats food (I’m pretty sure she repeats what I’m saying to her when offering some milk).
She crawls very well and properly on her knees. She travels from one room to another when she is determined to get something.
She doesn’t cry no more every time when I’m out of her sight. And this is really one huge step! Finally I can go take my bath without worries that my girl will cry all of the time. She agrees to spend some time on her grandmother’s hands.
Now I know that these were her teeth that didn’t let her sleep without me at all in the previous month. She is still with her seven, and slept over this three weeks pretty well her daytime naps without me by her side.
I found one more thing that makes Marge similar to me — her nose gets red very fast if it’s cold outside, just like mine does.
Sadly, this month was full of doctor appointments for us. All of the girls managed to catch a cold at least twice. Marge itself has been ill already for three month which is pretty exhausting for us.