What a month it’s been. You came down with your first bug a few weeks ago; you’ve still got a cough and a runny nose, but the doctor says that’s not unusual.
You’ve got four teeth now, with a fifth one coming in, and they are sharp. This morning you were nursing at your mother’s breast and you bit her. Ouch. She didn’t appreciate that. I started singing,
estoy impresionada cuando
se ven vampiresada,
as I rocked you back to sleep with a bottle. We’re all out of your mother’s frozen milk, so your bottles are filled with formula these days.
You’re ticklish now. I can make you laugh pretty easily.
But I suppose the biggest news is that you’ve learned to sit up on your own.
That’s pretty cool, but I was even more impressed by a trick you recently learned. I can put my cap on your head, and you will reach up with both hands and pull it off. Sounds simple but for some reason it seems to be like a huge development. You’re happy to repeat this again and again. You never get bored with it — and neither do I.