Now that Sophia's 9 months old (officially been earth-side of the uterus for longer than she was inside), she's allowed to learn to walk. And, for the second time, she did a very good job of following orders (the first was to not come until after my qualifying exams). However, I get the feeling that the day will soon be coming where I will have a walker on my hands (or running from them), and I'm pretty sure I'm not mentally prepared for that yet.
Observe, the balancing-with-no-hands stand. Also observe what is fondly referred to as "crinkle dollar," a favorite toy.
Standing while balancing has been mastered a while ago. We have now figured out how to open drawers and doors and evacuate the contents. Exhibit A above is her investigating clothes that she still needs to grow into.
Another exciting development is that I can finally put her in shoes!! Which, is especially handy considering her impending walkage. I'm cool with bare feet inside my house and on grass (she's a bit unsure about grass, still), but not so cool with bare feet in strange public places. They're also semi-removable-proof, which is an added bonus. Sophia says they make excellent teethers. *sigh* The problem is she still has mini-feet, so finding walking-appropriate shoes that fit her is still challenging.
Thanks for the teether, mom! I won't lose this one!