As well as rolling over, G is also getting the hang of sitting up. She can't quite manage to support herself for long on her own, but she's happy enough if she's propped up against something like our sofa, as in the photo above.This new ability means she's now able to sit with other, older babies in the soft playpens they often have at parent-and-toddler groups. At this morning's group at the village hall in Denshaw, I put her in the corner of the pen next to a baby boy. They seemed to be getting on ok as they played with some toys and munched on bits of crumpets. G seemed more confused than impressed by her first experience of a baked product, and she chewed and chewed on a bit before eventually spitting it out. I'm guessing that reaction will change before long.
This happy scene ended with G learning a harsh lesson about what boys are really like. The other baby rubbed a bit of his crumpet in her hair, then touched her on the face. This prompted some tears from G. I tried telling her that the boy was obviously only doing it because he secretly liked her, because that's what boys do, but I'm not sure she believed me.
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That’s reassuring. I know not to be alarmed anyone I rather like starts rubbing farinaceous products in my hair.
(G is just heavenly!)
kim
I remember someone trying that with little elf at a playgroup when she was about nine months. She yelled then pushed him over. I was a bit shocked but secretly quite proud. She has the advantage of an older brother who's bringing her up Spartan style, of course...
Yes, maybe I should toughen her up? Perhaps boxing lessons. Or maybe I could just train her to projectile vomit whenever another baby irritates her? That probably wouldn't take too much doing, come to think of it.
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