Babycakes has a whole new perspective on the world now that she sits up for extended periods of time. This perspective doesn't necessarily include Mama.
She has a little crate where I pile all of her toys, and she has discovered the delicious sport of rifling through this crate, sitting up, tilting it toward her. "Where in the world did I put those alphabet-shaped rings?" I can see her saying to herself. "I could SWEAR my rolling pig was in here."
Each toy now seems to have a special purpose and evokes a completely different conversation. The musical flowers are a trippy car-ride favorite, where she chews on them and honks on the flowers with her feet until she falls asleep. The plastic keys are a great favorite... if she could only chew off that tassel on the end, her life could be complete. The purple walrus bath toy is good pal, with his illogically florescent orange jowls and goofy expression, he is inevitably greeted by squeals and passes into the "gums of death" within moments of discovery.
But the PANDA is really Babycakes' most favorite object in the world. I started giving it to her a few months ago, to squeeze while she's falling asleep, although I do wonder if she might suffocate on it somehow, and I frequently sneak in there to make sure that Panda hasn't turned evil on us.
She has long drawn-out conversations with Panda, chatting about goodness-knows-what...the dumb outfits her mama wears, her daddy's ear hairs... When I go in to pick her up after a nap, she's commonly goofing around with his marvelous black and white fur and telling him things, nay, SECRETS not meant for my ears. She rarely chats this way with me, and stops when she spots me in the room. It's Panda talk -- between babies and Pandas, and mamas can just butt out, OK?
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