You are eight months old.
Your main mode of self-transportation is rolling around from place to place at a pretty quick speed. But in the past few days you have started a little inch-worm-army-crawl. Two days ago, you pushed yourself up to sitting from a laying down position and now you are unstoppable.
You love to make a high pitched squeak and when we respond with another squeak, you break down in giggles.
Your fussier time is after dinner until bedtime and you only want mama during that time right now. Which is a bit of a challenge, but we make it work. It is amazing that someone else will try to hold you and you will scream, but the minute you are passed back to me… you stop. Just like that.
We love you: who you’ve been, who you are, and who you are becoming.
We love you, all of you, no matter what.