7 Months

Haiku for Sukhjot
She moves like lizards
proud chest, attentive, alert
but warm, sweet and soft

Sukhjot is 7 months old today. A week ago we could put her on a padded area with pillows around as barriers. Now she plows over those barriers like an off road vehicle. She's not exactly crawling but she gets around. She gets around fast. Don't turn your head because she'll be diving off the bed. And if you like wrestling then you'd love trying to put a diaper on this wiggling, slithering, rolling little child.

Is it common for babies to trill? You know, the vibrational sound you can make if you roll your tongue against the front of your upper pallet - kind of like a motor sound? Sukhjot does this all the time and it, apparently, fits any emotion. There is a trill for happy, sad, angry, bored. Anytime is a good time for trilling.

This baby constantly moves her hands and feet. Non-stop floating arms with delicate, wispy flicks of her wrists, fingers play imaginary keyboards, toes flex and curl. If she's awake, she's moving.

And the smiles. Oh God, the smiles. Just. Oh God. The Smiles.

She is 7 months and wonderful.

Sukhjot plays with toys now. She loves this rattle.

Again with the rattle.


This is a highchair seat we got for Sukhjot. Satvinder loves to sit in the baby's stuff.  (She didn't really want me to take her picture.) Satvinder is a hilarious big sister. On the drive home from Flagstaff she made up a song to sing to the baby, who was being pretty vocal (as she often is):
Close your eyes! Shut your peep! Because I'm trying to sleep!

They are the natural mix of sisterhood: sometimes annoying each other but obviously sharing a love that is amazing and beautiful.  They keep me in awe.