Seriously, where did this month go? Oh, yeah, forgot I've got that thing called work and that other thing called baby.
I'm so hopelessly behind on updating the blog, I'm not even gonna try to re-create this past month. Just want to post some of these random snapshots of our lives, coz I hate to look back some day and feel like I forgot how fun life is when she's this age.
Here's Eva rocking what I call the "I'm-a-Girl" headband. I made her this head band coz most strangers on the street think she's a boy (and I can't always fault them since I don't like to dress her in overly girly frou-frou stuff). There I thought a pink and orange headband will no doubt solve this gender mystery, right? Wrong. In fact, the very first person that saw her the first day she wore this head band remarked "oh, what a cute boy!". Plain futility.
As she's sitting more steadily on her own, we started putting her in restaurant high chairs (usually covered in layers of leftover food/grime/germs *eek*) She's totally psyched that she's finally "on the same level" with us at the dining table, and we have to admit it's kinda fun to have her graduate to table-sitting status, partially coz we can mess with her like decorating her head with fresh flour tortilla and she can't quite escape yet.
Daddy swears this "Little Stinker" onesie is jinxed. Every single time she wears it she's had a full on blow-out. For those of you who don't speak baby-ese, a blow-out in infant term means a major leakage of fecal material, in her case usually all the way up her back, occasionally making it as far as her armpits. I'm not joking. And yes, this day was no exception. When I bought this cute skunk-themed onesie I had no idea that it's literal. And we keep waiting for her to outgrow it so we won't be tempted to put her in it again, but I swear, this onesie seems to grow with her (she's been wearing it since she's 3 months old and somehow it still fits). You know what, hubby's right. It's jinxed.
Meet Shu Ren (Chinese for "Tree Man" literally, but it means something deeper which I can't quite explain), the first felt softie I've made, yay! It's based on this uber cute Softie making book, great projects, clear instructions, highly recommended (and Amazon's selling it for like $4! Crazy!) Sorry for the fuzzy iPhone picture, but I must say he's kinda adorable. Eva doesn't find him so attractive though (even though I tugged in a jingle bell), can't blame her, it's not exactly a huggable shape, should have thought of that.
Eva is a funny little thing- at 7.5 months, she doesn't want to roll over, she doesn't want to crawl, but she's very intense when it comes to her hands. She can play with a bottle for what seems like an unnaturally long period of time (in baby time, that is). She can already pick up a skinny crayon with ease. When she lay in her crib in the morning waiting for us to go pick her up, she's often spied (on our baby monitor) playing with her hands. And just last week, she started waving "hi!" to everyone out of the blue. It's so fascinating watching them learn.
A precious photo of Bryson's great great great great grandpa, circa 1972. Here's how we obtain this rare find. (Gotcha!)
"I wanna be cupid when I'm all grown up" (OK, I admit, slightly freaky)
And last but not least, my fav, where she just snatched hubby's glasses off his face and is totally mesmerized by this new toy: