Tomorrow...

This little lady will be

EIGHT

MONTHS

OLD.

Where did the time go???

She's been such a good baby. We figure it's because we're in for a ride with the next one. Or maybe the toddler...or teenage...years are going to send us for a loop. Or maybe we just got lucky. 

Who knows.

At eight months, she's still got the prettiest biggest-little blue eyes. But I swear there's some flecks of green showing up in there, too...

She loves to eat food herself, like pick it up and put it in her mouth. She'll tolerate being fed, especially if she's hungry, but using those teensy little chubby fingers is her favourite sport. Her favourite finger-food right now? Puffed wheat.

She's still a very observant baby. She often likes to just take in what's going on around her, just watch. It makes grocery shopping a breeze; she could stay occupied for hours with all those colourful boxes and new faces to look at.

She's scooting around in circles on her tummy, and even going backwards on occasion. BUT she would still prefer to be running around on two legs if she could. She's not pulling up onto furniture yet, but she'll happily coast along the couch and chair veeeerrrry slowly, little step by little step.

Don't know what we'll do to celebrate yet. 

...Maybe we'll all eat puffed wheat!