I barely remember life before you. Every now and then fading memories resurface but they will never hold the glimmer to the life I have now.
My life is not a beautiful rose garden, but it is a beautifully stunning mess.
Quite honestly, you are one of my favorite reasons to lose sleep. I know that doesn't make sense, and it won't. At least not right now. But be patient. Years and years (and years and years) from now, there is going to be a handsome boy, he will woo you, court you and fall deeply in love with you. Shortly after you've wed you'll have a little beautiful baby of your own. Then you'll understand.
This past week hasn't been very easy on either of us; Mommy has been putting in countless hours in at work, your top teeth have decided they want to make an appearance soon and mommy's milk has started to decrease. Yet in this past month you have grown in to quite the girl.
Lately you have been very adamant about being in my arms, especially at bed time. I will admit sometimes you can wear on my patience, but years from now (and even now) I will say I love it.
I love every minute of being your mommy.
{{The great big smiles you give me when I walk in the door.}}
You have started to acknowledge when someone says your name.
Baby talk is much more prevalent.
Your laughter grows sweeter every day.
Your hair growing in thicker and longer
Clapping now a favorite past time, whether you're happy or upset.
Even though you are still so new to the world, you are quickly learning how to work it toward your advantage. It's easy to tell when you are slapping something away, or gazing intently upon another item. Your smiles warm everyone's hearts. You have figured out just which cries pull at mommys heartstrings. I think I may have even caught you flirting just a little bit today.
I thoroughly enjoy watching as your mind works; Watching you learn new things.
My all time favorite will always be watching you and your love of music. At first you find just where or what the music is coming from, wait to catch exactly how the beat goes, then you'll either start to dance or clap, sometimes both.
Every day we grow closer and closer to crawling. Going backwards is no problem at all, it's the forward crawl that your stubbornness hinders you from.
My Love, the world is still so much bigger than you.
Still so scary, so cruel.
So my little one, for as long as you want, mommy will always wrap you in her arms keep you safe. I will always love holding you as you fall asleep.
Happy Eight Months, LittleMiss.
Sweet Dreams.