Sophie is 13 or 14 weeks old now. She's still pretty tiny, but twice the size as when we picked her up. She sort of sashays around the house, and I think she is ticklish on her belly.
Since she is a baby, I'm supposed to forgive her when she eats my stuff. If I ever have a human baby, I'm not certain I will even forgive THEM for eating my stuff.
I like my stuff, that's why it is mine.
So far, Sophie has eaten:
My pink plaid sneaker-flats (yes, they
My brown floppy hat (only worn one time)
One green placemat in a set of four
The brown plastic things that keep a bed from sliding
Black flats (just a little chewed)
My red leather sneakers (yes, also adorable)
So she likes shoes, and hats, but she also likes Andy's dirty socks (straight off his feet -gross).
You may say something like, "Well, Heather, don't leave your shoes around and she can't eat them." and I do!Put! Them! Away! Baxter, big Baxter, has learned to push through the catch on the bedroom door and breaks them both in! And she takes my stuff, like Swiper the fox! boo.