I know you’re out there. You used to stalk Chris and I, but now that Olivia is in the picture we don’t even blip on the radar. That’s okay. No really, it’s fine.
Liv is now 8.5 months old. Hard to believe, I know. Every day there is some new thing that makes me laugh. Like tonight, I think I taught her how to ‘high five’. We’re also working on the word ‘no’. It already feels like a loosing battle. Especially when she looks up at me and grins in her oh so charming way. Yeah, can we say puddle. of. goo? I’ve been learning how to bite my lip a lot. I mean, it’s not her fault playing in the water dripping from the filter into the Culligan bottle is so fun (we’ll start our education component early, like maybe tomorrow, and learn all about cross contamination…) or that Mommy’s computer makes all sorts of fun sounds when you slap it. And then Mommy makes some not so fun sounds…
What I’m most loving about this age is how much more involved Liv is. I love watching how she responds to things. She hasn’t really gone through a stranger phase. In fact, I would say it’s the opposite. Once she makes friends, and this can happen in about 3.2 seconds, she often doesn’t want to let go. Like at Kaliko on the weekend when she met the general manager and decided she would rather hang out with her. Our friend Barb came to visit a couple weeks ago and popped her head in the room before washing her hands and Olivia cried when she went away, afraid she was gone for good.
I’m noticing how much Olivia is responding to black people. She definitely has a connection to them, and I’m so thankful. I worry about what it will be like for her to grow up with white parents. Especially in the area of the country that we live in. It makes me happy to see her drawn to people in this way because I want her to have strong ties to where she came from.
We’re trying out new food adventures. Mainly getting into finger foods. She has four teeth now and is less and less interested in having someone else feed her. She often tries to high-jack the spoon, but isn’t quite so successful at hitting the target. It’s fun to watch her go through the process of feeding herself. She’s getting pretty good at it and the remnants on the floor are getting fewer.
Our days of peace and tranquility (is there even such a thing in a place like Haiti?) ended about 8.5 months ago. Now they’re just getting busier. Little Miss O has become much more mobile and has all sorts of fun exploring the house and harassing her parents, kind of like she’s doing right now. I feel like I have a wiggly little cling on hanging off of me, but I know it’s just Olivia. Standing up next to me trying to eat my pants and maybe crawl up on my lap? I know she really just wants to come back up to finish off the Post It pad that she was chewing on a few minutes ago. I know, terrible. But, it was that or my cell phone.
If you could hear her now it would be a combination of making a Wookie like cooing and squeals and squeaks mixed with some coughing and grunting, all of which she has perfected. Not to mention the whining and crying.
Speaking of which, it’s time for a bath. Olivia say’s “Good night!”