E.I.G.H.T

My baby, look at her all grown up. She's the big 8 months today. I spent my day marveling over how great she is. Because, she is great! 

At 8 months....

-she is on the go. All the time! She's a crawling machine. I love watching her crawl. She seems to glide across the floor in these graceful, fluid movements. I'm amazed something so small can move in such a controlled way. 

-she loves food. Gogurts and peaches make her swing her arms up and down and grunt or arch her back if it isn't coming quick enough. She also loves squash and sweet potatoes.

-she's finally holding her own bottle. YAY!

-she's pulling herself up on her knees against the couch, end tables, boxes, chairs. She just hasn't figured out an exit strategy and usually ends up hitting her head or screaming for help to get down. 

-although she is sitting on her own, I don't encourage it too often. Having all hardwood I fear she will lose her balance and hit her head. 

-she still has no soothing ability but loves to be sung to.

-she endured a long, 12 day cold and has started hacking again. :( I fear we are in for round two.

She's pretty much perfect. The Elf came today and left her these cute clothes and consequently, I gushed over her cuteness ALL day long. 

I'm blessed and I know it.