Tutu.

Tate, my sweet girl, you are 8 months old today.  How is that possible?

You light up every time Finnegan is around.  He comes in the room and you immediately start smiling and laughing and trying to get his attention.  He doesn’t always love the fact that you like to steal his toys, but he tries to be a good big brother and lets you take his favorite superhero from time to time.

 

Your daddy is wrapped around your little finger.  He picks you up and you snuggle into his shoulder.  You’re still throwing out DaDa to his delight, we both know you don’t know what you’re saying, but he still loves it.  {And doesn’t let me forget it.}

You are trying some new foods.  Yesterday, it was potatoes and you loved them.  You are still loving most fruits and veggies, but your hatred of baby food peas lives on… we did try a few mashed up ‘real’ peas and they were a hit, so there is hope for you yet.  You especially like pumpkin, zucchini, and banana. 

As much as I would love it if you stayed put, you’re on the move.  You are standing by yourself for a few seconds, as soon as you realize that we’ve let go of your finger, you slowly sit down.  You are crawling like a madwoman and cruising furniture like a pro.  I am awaiting those first steps with a mixture of excitement and dread because I know when you start, you just won’t stop.  You are also cracking us all up with your dancing.

 

I love this age, Tate.  You smile and laugh, great big belly laughs with screeches thrown in for good measure.  You are an absolute blast to have around.

Happy 8th month, we can’t wait to see what is next.