Back when Bisousette was just born, her papa began calling her "baboo" for no particular reason. Her nickname has been shortened to "Boo," but then usually lengthened to "Little Boo" or "Baby Boo." To other babies her age, she grins and smiles and charms like crazy. Also to waitresses and grocery store clerks and whatnot.
She is very tall now, but skinny, so the nine month clothes still kinda fit, except the arms are pitifully short, and the 12 month onesies are just beginning to be difficult to snap. She's still difficult to get a picture of, as once she sees the camera come out she wants to grab it, unless she is otherwise occupied, so I still get a lot of scary monster close up pictures that look like this one:
But normally she is not so frightening a creature. She's pulling up on everything, especially mama and papa, and Mr. Bisous said just yesterday; "I like it how when she wants to be picked up now, she will meet you halfway."
The down side to all this mobility is that she pulls up on anything and everything, including the high chair on the slippy hard kitchen floor, and her papa's guitar (her FAVORITE thing to bang on now) on its wobbly guitar stand in the living room.
She also is less enamoured of crawling than she used to be, and after a monthlong period of never much wanting to be held (put me DOWN so I can CRAWL wee hoo!!) , now she is back to wanting to be carried again.
Given that she gets heavier every single day, and is really too tall for the Baby Bjorn (sob), I went back to the good ole Maya wrap sling. Now that she can sit on my hip with her legs on either side, the sling holds her like a champ, and it takes a good long time (maybe an hour?) before it wears me out to hold her this way. (Seriously, I can scour an entire department store with her hanging out on my hip, and she's happy to be at adult height, as usual).
Her favorite way to experience the awesome exersaucer is from the outside now:
You can see Mercury in the background, and his water dish up dead center of the coffee table where certain baby Bisousettes cannot reach. Yet. Mr. Bisous thought we might temporarily rename the cats, as it may take a while for Baby Boo to say "Mercury" and "Callisto." He thought they could be named "Yoo yoo" and "Dodo." (Then he looked at Mercury, a cat known for running into things and ignoring the house rules of no cats on the kitchen counters and said "You're Dodo.")
But I don't know if we have to do all that. For now they are "kitty," or as Bisousette says, "HIYA!" whenever she sees them.
Despite her crankitude when she is tired, she really is a good girl. She now knows not to touch various nightlights and outlets and power cords and plants. Though she is sorely tempted every time she passes one. Most of the time she will stare at it, reach for it, then shake her head no (as we have said no no no no no when she reaches for them), and moves along. It's very cute.
Now I'm not entirely sure what she will look like when she gets older. One never knows. But here's a cute new look for her:
She has seven teeth now - four across the top, and three on the bottom, with the eighth coming in any moment now. She hasn't bitten me in a long time, so among the many travails of breastfeeding, biting isn't too much of an issue, in my experience, except for once or twice (as regular readers will recall) when those top chompers come in. Youch.
