quick baby notes

The Princess -- who is seven months old, I think, or maybe as much as eight -- prefers above all other things to stand, supporting herself by clutching my shirt as I sit on the ground. She stands there, dancing from foot to foot, for as long as I will let her, and protests loudly when I move her away so I can stand up and do things.

Today she somehow ended up straddling my thigh while doing this, which enabled her to let go and stand with no external support for a couple of seconds.

Meanwhile, the Tiny Philosopher, a petite girl of ten months whose voice is as loud as ten megaphones and whose appetite is larger than two yearlings and a two year old, is also pulling herself up on me so she can stand up and let go. Only she also pulls herself up on furniture, medium-sized toys, pillows, and other children. And is mortally offended when things won't support her endeavors.

When I haven't stayed up too late I will tell about the Tiny Philosopher's wounds from the various babies who think she is too cute for words, and something about joy biting.

But now, I will go to bed.