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We are fighting the gas monster over here.  I think it's part of growing pains.  You get to try a lot of really yummy and interesting foods but sometimes it takes a minute for your little digestive system to figure it all out.  By "we" and "you" I, of course, mean Amelia.  Someday she'll be mortified that I posted about her flatulence online, but it's just part of being a baby and some day she'll understand.

We hear "something" and follow her around sniffing her rear only to discover that she's reached the age where not every toot means she has filled her pants.  It's pretty sad, though, to hear her whine and cry in her sleep every now and then.  I'm not 100% sure that gas is to blame, but it's my best guess.  She's hopped up on Motrin tonight so I can't really blame her teeth.

She's starting to really say some definitive words.  Tonight she pulled herself up on David and said "Dada".  Then, a few minutes later she hoisted herself up on my leg and said "Mamamama".  She tries really hard to say "Uh oh".  The only thing that comes out is "Uh" and then a little cough.  She hasn't grasped the "Oh" sound yet.  She waves at everyone and everything, and every once in a while she'll say "Hi" or "Bye bye".  She says "Tess" on cue - it sounds like "Teh".  She has also tried a few times to say "Thank you". 

It's hard to know if she's old enough to say "Please".  I'm trying to work with her on it but so far all she does is grunt when she wants more food.  She has signed "more" to me a few times by clapping her hands together, and she has signed "milk" a couple of times as well.

I came back from Oregon with either a cold or allergy issues.  I'm not really sure which but my nose is stuffy, my head feels like it's going to explode, and my voice is on its way out.  I'm still going to try to make the most of this week that my husband has off work.  I'm really looking forward to it!