the shiny apple of my eye

My dearest little monster,

Tomorrow you will be 8 months old. I really cannot believe this. While I am so happy you're growing big and strong I also wish I could press pause on your gummy smile and tongue-rolling babbling. Eight months and one day ago I was a huge, waddling pregnant woman who came and went as she pleased. Now I spend my days with you and you are literally my world.

You love to go 'sploring (exploring). You're really good at finding things you shouldn't play with and putting them in your mouth.

You've been crawling for over a month now but you seem like you're ready to start walking. You walk around holding onto furniture as much as possible and you get mad when you have to get down and crawl.

You decided that you don't like baby food tonight. You kept spitting it all over me after days of wanting to just eat off my plate at dinner. So I squished up some of my food. You ate it but only when I let you feed to yourself. It was tres messy.

You always have a smile ready for me. When I bend down to pick you up you get really excited and kick your legs and flap your arms like a little bird. Every time. I think you might love me almost as much as I love you.

We went to the doctor today and you weighed only 17 pounds but you were 27 1/2 inches long. You are so strong. Everything about you is strong. And aware. Sooooo aware. And so incredibly happy.











You and me kid, we can take on the world.