Eight Months Old.

You didn't forget what yesterday was, did you?

We sure didn't.

Miss E (or as we referred to her in utero) Baby Beep Beep's eight month birthday.


Eight months have come and gone so quickly. She is changing and growing before our eyes. And while I love this, I also am sad that it is going so fast.

Ever our happy-go-lucky baby girl. She still goes with the flow of life.

Her eyes are still the brightest and biggest I've yet to see and her hair is growing longer and lighter every day. Will she be a blonde? Or will she hold on to some of her dark features?

Only time will tell.

I hear that I deceive you with my pictures as she's not as big as she looks. She's still a petite little thing. Weighing in, fully clothed this past month a little over 16 pounds.

She's a great eater and loves finger foods and pureed anything.

Still no bottles and I've given up on trying, she's nursing 3-4 times a day. Her sippy cup days are beginning and I'm ok with that.

Sitting and moving from sitting to rolling and soon, she'll be on the go around the house.

I am not so sure I'm ready?

Physically, yes.

In my heart, not really. Can't we just hit pause and stay a little while right here?

I hope that I am living in the moment enough.

So that when I look back at this face days, and months and even years from now I will remember how she sounded when she clapped her hands and laughed and made silly, high pitched noises as her feet kick and flail with excitement. And how she looked with yogurt smeared on her face and in her hair and that big, toothy grin she hands out more freely than anything. And how she smelled when I held her close and tight at morning and night.

The way her arms reach and grab hold of my necklace and face. And how her little teeth gnaw into my shoulder when she laughs and gets excited.

I just want to remember living these moments with her.

Happy eight months, baby girl!