a loaf of bread

So Anna is eight months old. She likes to eat. In fact, I think she has been programmed by nature to find little pieces of crap on the floor and eat them. So far these attempts have been thwarted before digestion.

The secret to removing a piece of crap from her mouth is to insert two fingers, preferably thumb and index, and then pinch them together to locate the morsel of crayon, paper, or stale cookie crumb she's managed to dig up. Anna does not like this process. "Heyyyy!" she cries. "You took my little piece of crap!"

Anna's eyes are not the Mediterraneo blue of Marta's. Instead they have more green and are lighter. I also had light eyes when I was a baby before they turned darker and green. I am not sure where hers are headed.

I don't know exactly what to do with a baby. She can't really sit still long enough to read, and it seems dumb to read to her even because her only words are 'ede' and 'emme'. 'Ede' is a mystery in itself. It sounds most like 'õde' (sister), but I am starting to believe that she is also trying to say 'Anna' or even 'Issi' --- it all just comes out 'ede'.

So when I am with her, I am playing my guitar. I have learned some children's songs. I usually sing her 'How much is that doggy in the window' because it is easy and she seems to like it. She is very intrigued by the guitar. I tried to get her to pluck a string, but she pulled her hand away because she seems to fear the sound of it. Instead she just bangs her hand on the body of the guitar and yells 'ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!' She seems to like the sound of her voice.

Anna likes to stand and she is very sturdy. I have no idea how this wrinkled little human being that literally burst forth from the womb last July has gotten so big. When Anna was born, her little frog-like legs were thin and her butt was non-existent. Now she is built like a loaf of bread.