Eight Months

Dear Savannah,

Today you are eight months old. You have turned into a little person while I wasn’t looking.

A little person that has definite likes and dislikes (likes: sweet potatoes, blueberries, bathtime, drinking water from a straw or a glass, keys, squealing like a pterodactyl, pulling hats off your head, daddy when he comes home from work, clapping, sitting up. Dislikes: bananas, avocados, not being picked when you demand it, teething, toys that fall out of your reach, putting all the toys to ‘sleep’ after bathtime, eating when you are tired, not having words).

I put you in the front part of the shopping cart the other day for the first time because I forgot your carrier. You seemed so pleased with yourself for being such a big girl – I almost cried right there in Babies R’ Us. It was just yesterday that you could barely hold your head up and look at you now! You can sit, clap your hands and splash the water in the bathtub.

You have also accepted your genetic destiny and have grown hair like crazy. I am happy that you got mom and dad’s thick hair. For a while there, we weren’t sure that was going to happen.

You still aren’t that keen about crawling, but have found something even cooler – standing! We have so much fun standing at the windowsill watching the tree blow in the wind and the neighborhood cat lie on our deck.

Books have become an important part of your life. I love how you clap your hands and wiggle all over when I pull out a book to read to you.

We love you more every day and can’t wait to see what you have in store for us in month 9!