In just 6 days, Sweet Pea will be 3 months old. She's already 12 weeks old . . . and clearly gearing up for another growth spurt.
Because she doesn't figure she's a big enough baby yet.
She's probably right.
In the last week she's made some really cool developmental leaps. Like this one:
She sort of 'plays' with her toys now. Looks at 'em, just like always, but now she bats at them, strokes them, and sometimes even gets them going. Scary as all hell when she makes her crib toys go in the dead of night, and you're not yet aware she can do that, mind you. (Relax, it's a Fisher Price aquarium. I'm not endangering my child)
Also, she seems to be catching on to her name - sometimes turns her head toward the speaker when her name is said. Coincidence? Maybe.
Still hates tummy time. I swear my daughter will never learn to crawl, or roll over, or any of that stuff tummy time is supposed to teach her. She just doesn't get it. In all honesty, neither do I. I lay her on the floor, on her tummy . . . and then what? She either gets all flaily and pissed off and she cries, or she turns her head to the side, rests her cheek on the floor, and has a little nap. I've tried surrounding her with toys. I've tried moving my position around the room. I've tried lying beside her. All to no avail. Sigh.
And, just to warm your heart:
I can't imagine Mr. W would object to such a lovely picture being shared. Apparently the two of them played a little too hard together.
In knitting news, I've cast on a new project. Yes, I know I have a cast on ban in place until mom's sweater is done, but I need something more portable. Something less dull than mittens. Now I have this:
A very simple 2 row pattern. One row is purl. Sweet.
It's a scarf, or will be in awhile. It's for MIL, who saw the scarf in the LYS, and wanted it. Of course, floor samples are not for sale - but I can make her an identical one. The yarn, Sublime Angora Merino, is rather fluffy - seems likely to pill in a heartbeat, but it's very soft, and scrummy!
Mom's birthday sweater is just over halfway done. Good news, I think . . . especially since I've just been informed that SIL would like a wedding shawl. The wedding is one month away. I said no -- I mean, that's some short notice! I'll probably try for it though . . . if I can finish mom's sweater in the next week. For the record, I don't think it's overly likely. At very least, I'm not holding my breath.
In gardening news: My gardens are a mess. They need weeding. They need to be put to bed for the winter. They're looking mighty nasty. Except for the roses. We have 2 rose bushes, and a rose tree. The bushes are done for the season, I think. The tree, not so much. Check it out.