One week ago, Frannie couldn't sit up by herself. Now she can go from sitting, to tummy, to "scootching" across the floor. She's not crawling... but if she spys something she wants, lets just say she figures out how to get it.
One week ago, Frannie was a happy little clam where ever she was. She now has a new awareness of "stranger danger" and when someone who is not-so-familiar tries to sneak one by her-- She is not having it.
One week ago, Frannie was pretty oblivious to the comings and goings of Mama and Daddy. Now if you walk by her and don't awknowledge her and/or pick her up. Well, let's just say (again) She. Is. Not. Having. It.
I'm not even going to get started on how solid foods are going, because you already know what I'm going to say. That's right- not having it. If she could talk she would say: "why are you trying to poison me?"
How can my sweet little seven month old already have such a big 'tude?
Yes. We are scared.
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