Eight Months

How did you get to be eight months old already?! I keep wanting to freeze you at whatever age you're at, because they are all my favorites so far.

I don't know your eight month stats, but I do know you are getting tall (long legs, long torso, all you pants are too short kind of tall).

You are a waving machine. You wave at everyone, and sometimes you even fall asleep waving at me. You say hi while you wave, too, which I find so cute. I don't think we have a shy kid on our hands.

You are crawling everywhere. Under, over, on, through, you name it. You have become a busy little girl. You play your heart out.

Your giggle is infectious. Your smile melts my heart.

You and your daddy are best buds, which also melts my heart. I love that look you get on your face first thing in the morning when I bring you in our room and you see daddy.

You have gotten 4 teeth in two weeks. You are tough. There have definitely been several sleepless nights lately, which I blame on the teeth, but you have been surprisingly happy through all these teeth. I hope you get a little break from teething for at least a month. You deserve it.

You have come to visit me so much at work over the last few months that even the coffee lady asks about you when you're not there. Everyone loves that smile.

I love waking up to you everyday, and even if sometimes I'm just too tired to get out of bed, you make it easy to do.

But seriously, slow down with the growing.