Sadie is nine months old
Sadie has just turned nine-months old, and she’s changing every day.
She’s crawling like a madwoman. If I walk out into the kitchen, three seconds later I’ll hear the tell-tale “slap slap slap” of her hands on the floor as she follows me. She’s speedy; Mario Andretti would be proud of the way she runs laps around the downstairs. She also manages to go from zero to trouble in under four seconds, not understanding why I prefer she not play with the cat food, or explore the stairs to the basement, or even just see what happens if she pulls the pretty black cord.
She’s pulling herself up now. The couch, the stools and Daddy’s legs all provide leverage. I think she’s still a ways away from walking, but she’s laying the groundwork.
She also enjoys the maddening little music thing we got her, standing up to play with the gizmos.
She knows how to make it sing the alphabet. She likes when it sings the alphabet. The cursed alphabet.
She enjoys playing with her blocks. They make a satisfying sound when she pounds them together.
She’s getting better at chasing the cats. She’ll spot them, let out her war cry, and then “slap slap slap.” Libby and Patch have never been hunted before; they’re not quite sure how to handle it. They live in fear, cowering at her approach, leaping for higher ground.
But how can anyone fear this face?
Happy nine-month birthday, sweetie.
Today also marks A.’s and my second anniversary. I guess a lot can happen in two years. 
August 25th, 2006 at 9:48 am
Henry hunts our kitties too! He squeals with delight at the mere sight of one of them, throws his arms into the air (we can’t convince him that he might have better results with the hunting if he made less noise announcing his plans), and then off he goes with his funny little monkey crawl trying to catch them. They will not be caught. They are very annoyed at this loud creature who chases them. They glare at me. Repeat indefinately.