The eighth month is here. I sigh, I shed a little tear, the teenie stage is behind us. Margaret is getting close to her first birthday. Eight is just a number I tell myself, it's true, but she is aging oh so quickly.
Her hand eye coordination is getting better and better each day. She is grasping food and toys, and putting objects straight to her mouth. I chuckle when I see her try new foods for the first time. She has no idea I just stare at her. She is in her own little world.
My favorite time is right before she falls asleep at night. She is so tired by around 6:45, she cries endlessly after her bath waiting for her bottle. She pulls the bottle towards her, holds it and guzzles the milk. After she is finished her hands fall to her side, and she is out.
At eight months she loves:
all types of foods (especially avocados, bananas and anything with fruit)
chewing on books
holding books while I read to her
tries to turn the pages in the books
to be held, all the time
loves when I sing to her
bathing
feeding herself
watching other children
giggles when I tickle her
loves playing with kitchen spoons and tupperware
She is starting to say "baaaa" "maaaa" and giggles when she does. She loves doggies and makes the most hilarious sound when she sees one.
Her eight month pictures below are a true testament to her bubbly, yet possibly defiant personality.
I placed the 8th month sticker on her rocking chair, she immediately turned her head to remove it, and as I took it from her, she immediately begin to cry.
Her precious outfit is from our friends Jill and Kyle. I just adore it.
It feels so odd this morning being here alone in our house. Margaret has been away with my parents for the weekend, and I for once, got so much organizing and shopping done yesterday! It was a wonderful "day off," but I'm terribly missing my daughter.
Margaret has one week before "school" starts, and I can't wait for her to meet many new friends and enjoy a structured learning and development program EDS offers. The last two weeks have been hectic, as our nanny left us early, but thanks to Polly and Ejoye, Margaret was in great hands during this transition.
My Mom mentioned to me the other day when we were talking, "Have you thought about Margaret's First Birthday Party?!" My answer was a very direct, "NO, Mame!" I'm not going to think about that until November 30th! The thought of Margaret getting older and older truly makes me sad. This age melts my heart.
The older she gets the less she is napping. She has a good solid nap in the morning (about an hour) and a good solid nap in the afternoon (maybe an hour and a half), however, I am thankful the nights stretch to about 12 hours of solid sleep. The transition out of the Merlin sleep suit was a little challenging for a few days, but now all she wants is her lovey and the crib.
Charlie and I have enjoyed our first summer with Margaret. We've enjoyed time at the beach, lake, boating, walks, cookout with friends, pool dates, and rocking our baby on the front porch. It's crazy to think it's already August, and children will be back at school in just a week or two. But we are excited about the next four months before we have a one year old!
A little love this Thursday morning for our happy and cheerful seven month old. Margaret is drinking all by herself from her sippy cup and loves any type of fruit. This week I made more baby food, but she has turned her nose up to it. So guess I'm going back to the Gerber stage 2!
We are officially on the countdown to starting at Eastminster and I am excited about this new journey.
Margaret is seven months and full of life more than ever. Her big personality is starting to come out. She smiles a lot, maybe because I smile a lot at her (or at least I'm hoping that's why), but for the most part, she seems to be content and taking in EVERYTHING.
I pray she's the type of gal that looks at the world and says what can I do for you and how can I make it better? I want her to be a glass full type of girl, not half way full, but completely full!
She recently started babbling, making sounds, sticking her tongue to her lips like she wants to talk. I love watching this. She stops and listens to me when I talk to her. I imagine she's trying to say back "Mama, why are you always talking?!" I've read it's important to talk to your babies from day one, tell them what you're doing, ask them how their day was, tell them about your day, and always keep your conversations positive, as they can sense when trouble is around.
She's sitting up now, all by herself. When I find myself playing with her on the floor, I often just stop and stare. I'm amazed at how much she has learned over the course of seven months. How can her small teenie brain take in so much information? She is seven months... a mere baby... it's such a miracle.
On top of sitting up, she experienced her first high chair evening this past Friday. We were quite amused because the entire time her head was turned flirting with the nine month old little boy across the restaurant. (insert monkey with hands over eyes emojoi). She loves nursery at church too. The families and high school girls always tell me how playful she is with the other babies. This makes me more confident in our decision to send her to EDS in August.
Everyday I try to incorporate something new that Margaret hasn't experienced. Whether it's a new book, new food, new activity or a new song, I just want her to constantly grow. I also pray with her a night before I put her down. I've told her about Jesus and how much he loves us. Hopefully one day she will know and feel his love.
Our new bike trailer
Having a little taste
