It's been more than three months. I don't know if she is lazy or for other reasons, and she can't turn over. I'm worried. I lie in bed with her every day and teach her how to turn over. Let her father show it to her when she comes back from a business trip.

It took about twenty days, and it took four months for her to learn to turn over. At that time, after she turned over by herself for the first time, my heart finally let go. I just said "OK, normal development" in my heart.

When I was almost six months old, I consciously began to teach her to sit, and she also cooperated. First I hold her, and then she can sit on the sofa or beside the bed. I didn't dare to let her sit for a long time at that time. I sat for a while and then picked her up or let her lie down to play.

Later, I didn't teach her to sit or anything. During that time, I don't know if it was fatigue or other reasons. I always feel that time is not enough. I haven't done anything all day, so I don't seem to have time to teach her these things.

I was still lying down until I woke up one morning. When I woke up in June, we both looked at each other, and then we both laughed. After laughing in June, I looked out of the window. It's already bright outside. Before I knew it, I saw her slowly get out of bed with the quilt still on her body.

I looked at her without reaching out to help her. I saw her pouting, her hands supporting the bed, and her legs trying to stand up. It is estimated that when she feels almost the same, she will twist her ass, then sit down slowly and straighten up again.

I looked at her in surprise, and as a result, she lifted her head and looked around. After watching it for a long time, she probably turned to look at me when she felt there was nothing to see. I gave her a thumbs-up and said, "June, you are great." Her eyes narrowed with laughter.

I often say that June in our family is the kind of person who likes the new and hates the old, playing with toys in his hand. If he sees a new toy, he immediately throws away the toy in his hand, leans forward, reaches out his hands, purses his ass, pushes his legs on the bed and climbs forward bit by bit.

After I found this, I often teased her with something. After a few days, it took her less than 15 seconds to climb from the head of the bed to the end of the bed. The bed in our house is two meters long. She makes all kinds of faces while climbing, and sometimes turns to look out of the window.

More than seven months later, when she was put into the baby's pen, they grabbed the pen with their hands, pushed the fence with their hips, and tried to stand up. At first, I tried for a long time to straighten my upper body, but my legs were still bent and I couldn't stand up. The little guy sits down tired, and sometimes I hug her.

Later, I held her armpit behind her and helped her stand up slowly. I didn't always help her so deliberately, but she didn't let me down. It wasn't long before I saw her stand up by herself holding the fence, then twisted her ass and smiled at me with her head held high.

After she was able to stand up with something in her hand, I felt that she was not as worried as before. I cooked in the kitchen and put her in the car. The back of the car was already propped up. So she can sit down.

As a result, sometimes when I turn my head, I see that she is sideways. The two of them grabbed the back of the car and tried to stand up. I hugged her and leaned her back. I continue to cook.

In short, as soon as I turn around, I either see her pouting and grabbing the backrest and trying to stand up, or she has grabbed the backrest and wants to jump up with her legs. Both of them slapped the backrest with their hands, shouting loudly in their mouths and smiling on their faces.

Later, when cooking, I took the crawling mat to the door, surrounded it with a pillow and put her in the middle. At first, it was ok. She looked at all this strangely. Soon, she began to climb. I rushed out of the pillow, climbed into the kitchen, climbed into the shoe cabinet, and tried to climb over and touch the door. When I touch the door, I want to stand up and resist it.

I took a shovel, quickly turned down the fire, ran over and hugged her. If I fall, it won't be fun. The floor is hard with tiles. Later, I put a pillow like a bee on her head to protect her head.

I thought I could write the growth in June in a few hundred words. As a result, I found that there were still many things I wanted to write. Next time, let me clear my mind and think about what I'm going to write about her.

In a word, my June always surprises me.