You are eight months old. You never stop moving. The end.
You rascally little girl. You are eight months old, and frankly, if you want to stay this age forever that would be perfectly fine with me. As long as you promise to sleep through the night. You are full of smiles, laughs and giggles. You love to eat - your favorite foods include currants, papaya and kefir. You love to drink from a straw. You know how to give kisses and you get a huge smile on your face and giggle when you look at a picture of yourself. You use our side table as a walker and push it all around from place to place. Your favorite game is throwing a stack of magazines on the floor. Again and again. You love to go to story hour at the library. You love to watch the other children and you especially love the box of toys the librarians bring out after the story. Sometimes we go to story hour three times a week.
Earlier this week we went to a La Leche meeting and there were four older boys there ranging in age from three to six. As soon as I sat you down on the ground you crawled right over to them, climbed up on the bucket of Legos and started playing with the big boys. At one point I looked over and you had stolen a big car from one of the boys and were pushing it back and forth. That is Sonia. Never afraid to jump right in. In the past month we have started going to the YWCA with frequency. You love to go to the childcare center for an hour while we work out. Whenever I come to get you I peek in the window and you are busy climbing all over the place having the time of your life.
So, Miss Feisty Foo, keep on growing.