Thirty nine weeks. This is a confetti-worthy week because it means that Sam has now spent more of her life outside of the uterus than inside of it. Despite initial reservations, she seems to prefer it now and I think she’ll stay.
Sam has also seems to prefer getting into things, now. This last weekend we capped off our baby-proofing efforts with the installation of safety gates that block off the kitchen and the stairs. Sam immediately tested the boundaries, but eventually gave up and went back to picking up questionable objects and cramming them in her mouth. So I can stop worrying about her getting into the cleaning supplies under the sink, but I’m still distracted by the thought that I’ll come home from work one day to find that she’s somehow gotten on the roof.
In addition to things going in the mouth, though, things are also coming out. Specifically, sounds that almost seem like words. Sam has started to put together consonant and vowel sounds pretty regularly, and while it’s still just babbling now, she making deliberate progress towards the day she can tell me she got her tongue pierced. In a way, it’s really weird to hear these human-like sounds come out of a baby that I’ve only heard scream or occasionally laugh and coo. It’s like if one day the cat were to look up at me and start mooing.
This morning was pretty cool, though. Sam and Ger were lying on the bed and I went in to see them. Sam looked at me and started to babble in a way that sounded enticingly like “Daddy!”.
Sam: Du du du du…
Me: Are you trying to say Daddy? [Jams finger into own sternum] Daddy!
Sam: Da da du da du…
Me: Closer!
Sam: [Looking me right in the eyes and grinning] Da da dud dud …Thrrrpbpbpbpbpbbbtt!
Me: Well, that’s my online nickname. Close enough.
Here’s some pictures this week:
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And just wait until next week. We have like three Halloween outfits for her. Yes, there will be dressing up, despite any protest.
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