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02/06/2008: "Growing Fast"

Things move so fast when you have a kid. There are times these days when I pull Dessa close to me and don't understand why she doesn't... quite... fit... into the crook of my arm anymore. It could be because she's getting huge! 28 inches and 19 pounds, 1 oz at her 6 month check-up at the beginning of December and you know she's grown since then (though I will deny it with every fiber of my being). She was in the 95th and 93rd percentiles for height and weight. My kid is big.

But well-proportioned. She, like I did when I was a kid, looks older than her age. People always guess older and that's OK, though sometimes they've asked how many teeth she has (until recently, none. Last week - pop! We have lower tooth sighting! And now? The one next to it seems to be pushing through. Fast, I tell ya), or how well she crawls (thankfully, not at all yet, although she's revving up for it. That will happen far sooner than I'd like).

She does, however, sit with her toys for hours at a stretch now (you can see her tonguing her incoming tooth in this picture):

She's a funny little thing. She chews on her toys, or flips at them with the fingers of one hand (but not the thumb), or she passes them back and forth, back and forth. But she doesn't throw them or fling them around. She's very gentle, in general, despite what those scratches on our necks say (what they really say is, "Mommy needs to get a move on with the nail clippers" but the damn things scare me).

Her latest conquest is the bathtub, which she plays in like a champ:



My aunt and uncle got her a big floating fishing boat toy for Christmas that she loves. She pulls it to her and pushes it away, watching closely. She takes items out of it's cute little fishing boat hold with great deliberation and planning, as if she is defusing a bomb. She examines the floating fish, the life preserver, the octopus comb with the intent of a Talmudic scholar. When one of the little cups fills with water and drops below the surface, she follows it and grasps at it - sometimes successfully, sometimes helplessly watching as it falls to a watery grave. Then Mr. Bubbles floats over the thing and it's forgotten. She's gotten quite good at balancing herself while still slapping the water and kicking around. You'll notice, of course, my hand hovering just next to her - I'm not stupid. That's a big tub and a very little girl.

But she's getting bigger every day. To my pride and sorrow.