Last week when we were at the Chiropractor, a woman who was admiring you asked me how old you are. When I told her you were 8 months old, she exclaimed "Oh! That's when they really start to get fun!" You know what? She was right!
Make no mistake; you've been an absolute joy from the moment you came into our world. Save for those episodes of inconsolable screaming in the middle of the night, but fortunately, that phase was short-lived. While your existence thus far has brought us happiness and awe at the miracle of life being created from love (and all that mushy stuff), these last few weeks have been an absolute blast. You have us laughing from the moment we wake up in the morning (except maybe this morning, when you decided that 6 am was happy fun play time) and all throughout the day.
You are becoming so very inquisitive. I can watch you and just see the wheels turning in your mind as you try to figure something out.
You haven't started crawling yet, but that doesn't stop you from getting around. You've graduated from the inchworm to rolling everywhere. You roll your way half-way across a room in mere seconds. I think you'd roll from here to California, if I'd let you!
You like to learn with your mouth, and will taste (or try to taste) just about anything you can get your hands on, like Daddy's coffee:
Your own foot:
And even Grandma Laurel's coffee table:
The other day when you rolled across the room and off your blanketed play area, I caught you licking the wood floor! I'm no germophobe, and believe that exposure to icky stuff here and there makes for a strong immune system, but YUCK!
This certainly is a fun age, and I'm so grateful for the time I get to spend playing with you, enjoying you, and watching while you grow and blossom. It seems like just yesterday that you were a tiny little floppy bundle. Already, you're growing up too fast. Slow down, baby girl, and enjoy the ride!
*Photos by Grandma Laurel