She is really into rolling over, although she doesn't just roll and roll. It's once over from back to tummy and sometimes back the other way. She's taking her time on it, along with laughing. She still hasn't fully laughed. Just her big smiles, screaches, deep breaths, and other indications that she's happy.Loves to suck toes! Her own mostly, but anyone else's that get in the way.
Has been enjoying teething biscuits, and reaches for beverages when people are holding her and trying to take a drink. My mom gave Zor her first biscuit one evening when we were at a concert. These are shots from that:
Loves to pull blankets and clothes over her face and lay there breathing strangely, like she's suffocating. Naturally, I pull the blanket off in a high state of agitation, and there she is underneath, smiling. The other day, she was lying on the floor beside me while I worked at the table, and I heard her doing that breathing. I looked down in alarm, and there she lay watching me - with no blanket in sight. Then she smiled big. What a pickle.
For the most part, sleep is okay. She alternates; one night she'll sleep for long stretches, and the next she'll be up every four hours to nurse, or more often to fuss. The last couple of nights have been real sketchy for sleep, but I know the problem. Two nights ago I succumbed to a billboard advertisement for a coffee frosty at Wendy's. I split it with Jason, so come on - there shouldn't have been THAT much coffee in it. I drank it about 8 p.m. Zor went to bed around 9 and slept great, but when the coffee hit the breastmilk for our midnight feed, boy, howdy. She was up on the hour, and from 3 - 5 a.m. she was plumb awake and sociable. This wasn't good since I was leading worship the next morning at church and had a practice at 8:00 a.m. I hadn't lead worship in awhile and was anxious over it, so this didn't help. Needless to say, it took us the rest of Sunday to recover, into the night last night, and some today. I won't be making that mistake again soon.
She has started smiling for the camera, though that isn't any wonder, as many pictures as we all take of her. I try to be somewhat discreet so she doesn't get a big head.
She is interested in any one toy for less and less time anymore. We only have a few for her, which is intentional, but I might have to break down and make others out of household items or something. I dunno - she seems a little young for tupperware and pots and pans and whatnot. She isn't even sitting up. I remember when I was still pregnant and looked over at her up-and-coming toy basket. It cracked me up real good, because, gee whiz, talk about toy deprivation for a little kid. Now she's got a few more, so don't worry. Zoralee likes to watch the animals on the lawn. She especially loves Molly the Schnauzer and reaches for her, but Molly doesn't pay her much attention. Murray the Chihuahua, playful as can be, wishes she'd hurry and grow up. The horses are curious about her, and I have to keep the chickens from pecking her little worm toes.