it’s fitting that I’m writing this from the comfort of the rocker in k’s room while she’s passed out on top of me.
So eight months! Which is practically adulthood if you ask me. The time seems to be going far too fast for my liking. I feel like so much and nothing much has changed this month.
K’s just older now. Obviously four weeks older. But it’s more than that. Her facial expressions, her observations, her whole being is just older. Gone are the days of smiling at every single stranger (now she just smiles at most of them). And she’s way more with the program when it comes to life and the ways of the world.
Overall she’s still our happy go lucky babe. Happy just rolling with the homies to whatever big sister is up to. This happy, go, lucky attitude has made her complacent in the mobility category. But she’s a pro at rocking on all fours and moving backwards and getting herself to sitting. So it’s really just a matter of time before lex can be heard bellowing “MACKENZIES EATING MY TOYS!” One thousand times a day.throw that in with some kitty chasing and I don’t think any member of this family knows what they’re in for.
Plus two words (for mike. Hi babe!). BABY. GATES.
Ooh. And three more (while we’re at it!). LOWERING THE CRIB (again).
Someone better bust out their power tools.
Still BLW and the kid loves herself whatever we toss her way. She discovered pizza crust this weekend and literally cried when it dropped on the ground. I’ve been known to cry over dropped pizza too-so it’s a trait she gets from me.
Zero teeth. Not a single one. I can’t even say “any day now” because her teething symptoms ebb and flow– I’m chalking up all these nap cuddles up to teeth. But I’m positive when she wakes up from her nap she’ll still be without pearly whites. Maybe if I let her know pizza is way easier to eat with teeth a whole set will pop up?
So that pretty much sums up what four more weeks in life will get cha in this house.
And now. May I present you with the photo dump.