She's got the Marine-style belly crawl working pretty well, and she can sit up by herself, but the full-on crawling is still elusive. She's also good at chewing on the sippy cup, but not so good at drinking from it.
We had our first parent-teacher conference at day care this week. What are they going to tell you about a not-quite-seven-month-old little girl? "We feel she's bright and has potential, but she can be disruptive in class and she has problems respecting authority." Not really. All they can really say is that her development is about where it should be for a 7 month old.
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Like peas and carrots!
Famous laughs, Tate's not so sure.
Not the camera again...
Jigglin' the fat!
Man-alive, she looks mean and mad in this pic. "I said cereal and milk, not cereal and formula! Get this off my high chair dammit!"
The jogger is still the sleep machine. Our friend Bill gave us the jogger, and he also just gave us his old bike trailer so the Tater can let Pa pull her around the neighborhood.
Tate's friend Abby knows how to mug for the camera (Aunt Lys is hiding behind her):
Abby showing us her granite chin:
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SHMITTER!---
TRUH!
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We ran into Michael last night. At the beer store, of course.
Until next time,
Sweet Potato and family
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