Another 4 months flies by and I ignore my Posterous.  Typical.  Tatum will be 8 months old in 8 days.  Last weekend she started crawling.  This morning she pulled herself up to standing on our couch.  She has one tooth coming in.  She loves her baby turkey and gravy dinner with a side of apple sauce and she hates macaroni & cheese (I assume that will change). Lately, whenever she gets fussy I snap "STOP THAT" in a sharp tone and she cracks up as if it's the funniest thing she's ever heard.  Dogs are also funny.