At 7 months, she is already starting to lose the baby fat. Her face is thinning out. Chubby yubby! the Bean-girl calls her little sister, but in truth her cheeks are no longer so chubby. Only when she compresses her lips in a line, then do the cheeks bulge out on each side. I love that.
Thank God she still has that crease of fat at her wrists, that delicious crease betwixt arm and hand. I could stare for minutes at that crease.
And her hands are still fat and dimpled, even as those dimples grow shallower with time.
Her eyes are black and lively. She swings between sunshine and tears, or both at the same time, mercurial in the ways of infants. She is determined and aggressive in what she wants. What she wants most is to eat the newspaper, or any type of paper at all. Place a magazine on the floor some steps away from her, and watch the little baby army-crawl across the room to get at it. (And then shriek when you retrieve it from her slobber).
She is the Bean-girl's playmate and best friend. Just as Bean-girl can amuse, entertain, and comfort the baby, so the Baby Legume endlessly amuses and entertains her older sister.
She has a dazzling toothless smile.
She likes miso soup.
She can feed herself (!) Cheerios and Gerber baby puffs.
She still screams at night before bed.
She is our amazing, growing, thinning-out, lengthening baby . . . and already I can see that she'll so soon be my infant no more.