7.5 Month Update

Baby Love is 7.5 months now and I can't believe it.  She is the light of my life and no matter what mood she's in she always puts me in a good mood.  I feel like I've worked through the feelings of frustration I felt at times and now meet every challenge with a smile.  Maybe it's a sign of growing more comfortable in my role as a mother?

"Enough about you, more about Alex!" you say?  Who am I to deny the whole one of you that reads this blog?  Without further ado, the goings-on of one, Miss Alexandra:

At Alex's 6 month check-up the pediatrician thought, after a 5 second look, that Alex may be developing a lazy eye.  She gave us a list of pediatric optometrists and told us to schedule an appointment to rule out any problems.  So, we chose a doctor in Charlottesville, VA about an hour and half west of where we live and took a half day off from work to have Alex's eyes examined.  Given my vision is about as acute as a mole, and has been since I was 8 years old, I wasn't too surprised that Alex may have a problem with her eyes.  As it turns out she's completely fine and the doctor said that a lot of times the bridge of an infant's nose can give the optical illusion that a baby's eyes are crossed.  In other words, the pediatrician needs her eyes checked.  I was only a little disappointed at this because it was my understanding that in order to correct a lazy eye the infant must wear an eye patch over the good eye.  This would have solved the Halloween costume problem I'm currently facing because of course she would have been a pirate had that been the case.

Alex has been sitting up on her own for some time now and we've been wondering when she would start crawling.  We aren't quite there yet but as of this past weekend she was getting up on all fours.  Unfortunately for her she hasn't really figured out how to move forward though she's quite adapt at moving backwards.  I'm pretty sure this is by accident and not because she intends to move backwards.  In fact, she gets rather frustrated when she realizes that instead of drawing closer to her target (usually a toy) she's moving father away.  We've found her nearly under the couch before realizing what she's up to.  The times she has moved forward have been out of sheer frustration as she flops down with an exasperated cry thus propelling her tiny body forward.

There are still no teeth to speak of popping through but she can drool with the best of them.  Onesies don't last very long at our house.

Finally, it would appear Marcus and Alex have been practicing for when they run away to join the circus:

The Amazing Tepaskinis!

These are the things that happen when I'm not at home, folks.  This would also explain why Lasagna's fur was singed.  Obviously they were training her to jump through a flaming hula-hoop.