Phoebe is seven months old, which—if we're rounding (and we did a lot of rounding today since that's what Benjamin's working on in math right now) is a year old! She's 58.3% of a year old. That's past the halfway point! I can't believe how fast her babyhood is flying!
She, of course, is determined to grow up. It seems babies just come that way.
She's inching around on her belly, pretty much anywhere she wants to go. She can get out of her bed on her own (she's on a floor bed rather than in a crib) and followed me into the bathroom the other day.
We are the proud new owners of a baby gate, which we smartly installed at the top of the stairs.
Here she is showing off her little army crawl:
She also happily eats dirt and drinks pool water. Her immune system is going to be spectacular.
While I was giving Rachel a piano lesson yesterday (while Miriam was giving Zoë a piano lesson in the basement), Phoebe made her way from her play mat to the piano so she could tug/gum on the cords and run her fingers down the air vents to make fun noises.