



Paige is 8.5 months and recently celebrated her first Thanksgiving. November was an exciting month for our little Peach. She ran in her first Turkey Trot, began using her potty, and began walking assisted by either Mommy or Daddy. She also started playing games such as patty cake, peek-a-boo, and a funny little chase game where she helps either Mommy or Daddy chase or be chased by the other.
Its amazing to see her changing and growing. She is still babbling away and using Mama and Papa although they aren't actually associated with me or Dave. She is pointing and turning pages in her books. She also gets very interested in tiny details such as a knot in a string or a scratch on her mat, and will spend several minutes quietly examining whatever it is. She is also waiving and clapping, and one of the highlights of the month for me was walking in after a day at work and seeing Paige start laughing, waiving to me and then clapping.
Oh yes, and the potty. Dave and I were amazed with the whole concept of elimination communication when we saw it in effect with Sora. We loved the idea, but never really got past making sound effects when Paige pooped or peed. Sarah told me that she had a little potty that she put under Sora while she was breastfeeding, so I bought Paige a little potty. It is red and adorable, and Paige initially hated it and cried when we put her on it. Obviously, I did not want Paige to be traumatized by the potty, so I ditched the idea. Then, about a month ago our nanny started putting Paige on the potty and reading to her or playing with her. Paige didn't mind it, and over the last few weeks has started going to the bathroom on her potty pretty consistently. She still goes in her diaper as well, but she is pooping and peeing in the potty every day. I have to say, Paige on her potty is about the cutest thing ever.
On the crawling and teeth front, we still have neither. Paige is objecting to being on her belly less, and is raising her hips and doing the Cobra, but she prefers holding on to my fingers and walking around the house. As for the teeth, I've been made fun of enough for my 5 months worth of false alarms. I am now keeping my mouth shut until the child has a mouth full of teeth.