8 Months Old

Eight months old. My little heart waltzing around outside of my body. You are a sweet child. A happy girl and I love spending my days watching you grow and learn. For the past week two little teeth have been creeping into your mouth. This will make 8 teeth at 8 months. You are pulling up, trying really hard to crawl forward, but always end up going backwards. Yesterday you crawled backwards until you ended up under the coffee table.

We are working on a new sleep routine. So far, so good. You do better on a schedule and I enjoy routine so it works perfect for both of us!  I pray every night that you will sleep all the way to the morning. I am still praying ;) You will get there!!!

The older you get the more life changes. I have a strong feeling you are going to be a bit of a wild child. My eyes have to be glued to you or you are in to something. It is funny, it is busy, and I love every second. Except when you are trying to chew on the plants in the house.

On your eight month day we went to the Dash game and hung out with Lucy, Alice and Porter. You love going to the baseball games and watching the lights. 

Here you are my dear:

What can I get in to?

Charlotte's grocery store buy.

Trying to stand up or crawl or just scoot.

Dancing.

Cheese Mommy.

My baby.

The best cheeks in the world for kisses!

All I can say after eight months of having you is thank you, I love you, you make life good.

Mommies Birthday!

My first birthday as a mommy. We played all day long!

Outside scooting around in your walker.

Dancing and laughing.

Scooting around.

Miss Independent.

After a long day and dinner out at a restaurant you were fast asleep.

So Grateful

My momma (your grandmommy) always told me, "When you hurt, I hurt twice as bad." and "I love you more than you could ever understand." She called me out when I was wrong, but was my greatest defender. She has held my hand through hard times, pushed me through fearful times, and caught me with ease when I fell.  And boy, have I fallen hard.  The funny thing is, is I never understood just how much she cares and loves me until I had this sweet little being in my belly.

Becoming a mother is a gift. It is a miracle. It is God's work. And all I can say is that I love you more than you will ever be able to comprehend. When you cry, I sob. Your laughter, your happiness sparks a fire deep in my soul. I am sure you will fall, I am sure you will fear, I am sure you will be wrong. And I will be your ole momma, ready to catch you and push you and correct you. Most importantly, I will always be by your side.

So on my very first Mother's Day, we spent the entire day together with the women in our lives. They wrapped their arms around you; sat in the sun and listened to your little voice explain the world. 

Where did April go?

My darling Charley girl,

you. have. my. heart.

time is starting to run away and our days go by so quickly. i turn my head and it is time to put you to bed. i wake up and it is May--not April. we know how to soak up every minute of every day. sometimes i find myself taking a step back to really feel a moment. remember it. write it down in my bones.

you are changing. pulling up on things. attempting to crawl. having full on conversations with me and your daddy...and the dogs...and anyone who will listen. you show excitement by flapping your arms (like a bird about to take off) and cackle loudly.

you have a shy side and tend to lean towards me when you meet new people. you also have a very social side, and you adore being around other babies. that smile of yours lights up the room--especially when your little teeth shine through.  you are a really awesome snuggler, and i am so grateful.  being in your baby pool is the highlight of your day. this week you tried to put your whole head under the water.

yesterday i went to get you out of your crib and this is what i found.

my little girl. growing into a big girl.

"Look what I can do mommy!"

Our sweet thing. you. have. our. hearts.