8 Months

Miss A turned 8 months this past week. Hard to believe. She now has two teeth, is sitting up like a pro, has decided baby food is too juvenile, has gotten on her knees a couple of times, has decided she does not like naps (read: cries in her bed), still giggles the most at her brothers (I almost typed "bothers", but she definitely doesn't think so), loves playing with toys in the bath, and we're pretty sure has said, "quack," "feather," "Tad," and "bath," though they sounded more like, "ack," (I didn't hear feather so I don't know what it sounded like), "ad," and "baa!" She is happy most of the time (well, not last night when she screamed off and on until 3:30 a.m. while I rocked her--I think gas was the problem, but am not sure--I am very tired and grouchy today, to say the least) and is getting more opinionated in her old age. Happy 8 months, Sweet Girl!