8 Months Old

Someone took my sweet newborn and replaced her with a sweet 8 month old.  I must have blinked.

Everything has gone by so much faster the second time around.  I guess having to divide my attention more means that more has slipped by. 

I still try to write in Kate's calendar most days to record the little things, like "ate grapes and blueberries for the first time" or "waving" or "pulling up on everything" or "slaps on the edge of her crib when she's ready to get up" or "nestles into my chest with her fingers in her mouth when she's ready to go to sleep" or "crawls so fast it's hard to keep up"...

Yeah, those are all recent milestones in this precious girls life.  Boy, oh boy, she's a sweetie pie.  I can't get enough of her.