Sunday, May 17, 2009
8 Months, 9 Days.
Libby has officially lived longer than Emma. This is always a bittersweet moment for me. Emma died at 8 months 8 days old. When each of my other babies have reached this age, I have held them a bit tighter that day. Today was no different. Libby seems to have turned a corner too with sleep. Maybe she just felt my stress of her age because she is sleeping great right now as I type this. So, knock on wood, I think we're on the upswing.
So, now that I feel like we're out of the woods a bit (although I know it doesn't matter, when God needs these babes, He needs them), I feel like I can write about my sweet 8 month old.
You are such a goofy girl. I love when you sing, you do it a lot and sing LOUD. I love that you sign and say Dad (ok, it's more like Da, but still), it is SO cute! You are still a little sprite, but what you lack in size you make up for in personality. You light up when you see Seth and Amelia. They are your best friends. You love to follow them around the house picking up everything they drop and putting it right into your mouth. Some interesting things I've found in your diaper recently -- onion peel, a pea (you don't eat solids yet), stickers, torn book pages, grass and various other unidentified objects.
You love Mama more than anyone and have started pulling up on my legs when you want me to hold you.
You crawl so fast, it reminds me of Emma. When our hardwood floors and tile floors are too much for your little knees, you will do the Spidey Crawl. I love this.
Your hair is coming in pretty blonde and you sunburn really easily. You love sleeping in the Ergo or the sling and LOVE your binkie -- except when it's time to sleep, then you only want Mama.
I love you more everyday and am thrilled I get to keep watching you grow.
Love you baby,