Camilla sat up at 6.5 months (video here) and crawled at 8.5 months, and those two months in between were the easiest time of her entire first year. She and I spent many an hour sitting on the floor, with her chewing on something fascinating like a set of plastic keys, and with me absorbed in a book or my laptop.
Blaise mastered the skill of sitting up on his own a few weeks ago, at about the same age Camilla did. I'd been looking forward to him mastering this because it made my life so much easier last time.
But is my life easier now that Blaise can sit up?
My little guy is not satisfied by the fact that he can stay upright on his own. If anything, he is MORE annoyed now, since he can suddenly see all the interesting objects that he is unable to reach.
I try handing him toys, of course, but he applies to each one a harsh test of a single criterion: can I devour it whole? and when the answer is inevitably no, he discards it disdainfully and expresses his unhappiness very, very, very loudly.
I try having him lie down on the floor, but he can't roll well enough to get around, only well enough to strand himself on his belly, where he flops around like a tiny but vocal beached whale.
And though he would be a tiny whale, he is not tiny for a seven-month-old. The only place he is happy is on my hip, where he can be carted around the house like a tiny prince and see things and ostensibly reach to grab them, although I have gotten pretty good at dancing him out of reach of fragile objects.
(Is he happy sitting on my lap? I'll let you guess.) (Hahahaha.)
At six months Blaise weighed 22.5lbs, so I'm guessing he's over 23lbs now, and that is a LOT of baby to carry around all day. Really, I'm lucky that my arms and back ache only intermittently instead of constantly.
All this is exacerbated by the fact that Bryan's working crazy hours on a project with a looming deadline, and we're hardly seeing him. It's better than July's work-travel extravaganza, but not by much. Fortunately we just have four more days, and then Monday he'll fly out to deliver the completed project, and he'll be home before bedtime and life will go back to normal.
Really, I'm just excited about having him home so someone else can tote around our enormous baby.