Our eight-month old

Darling Rosalie-roo.



Here is what you are up to at eight months old:

You are crawling like a little speed-demon and are into EVERYTHING. Your determination to get what you want is not to be swayed, and when you do get it, the smile on your face is so funny and delicious.

You are pulling yourself up on anything that is within reach. I'm pretty sure you think you're hot stuff, and are pleased as punch with this new accomplishment.



Except for when you can't figure out how to get back down... then you're just frustrated and upset.



You've reached a demanding stage in the sense that if you don't get what you want RIGHT AWAY (be it attention, or food, or the washcloth when mommy is trying to give you a bath) you will yell at us. REALLY LOUDLY. And sometimes you yell just for fun. You think it's great fun to hear yourself. We don't think it's quite so fun, but we do have to laugh at how pleased you look after you've just let out an ear-splitting sound. Just don't do it while we are trying to have a nice quiet dinner, ok?

You love to get down on our living room floor and just play. We'll dump out your toy basket for you and you crawl around, grabbing toy after toy and tasting and testing them all.


This fascination for your toys is competely overtaken by your fascination with your sisters, however. You follow them from room to room and stand by the sliding glass door to watch them when they play outside. Sometimes I think you wish you could run along with them and do everything they do. They can make you laugh and giggle like no one else (especially that crazy Emma with all her weird noises. You love those, so I TRY to tolerate them as much as I can). And they love you as much as you love them-- Annabelle with her funny high voice that is reserved just for you and hugs upon hugs that practically squish you, and Emma with her gentle kisses and constantly picking you up (even when you'd rather she not). Neither one of them can stand for you to go down for naps unless they've told you goodnight, and they both tell me all the time how "Rosalie is the cutest baby ever!" It makes my heart so happy to see my girls being so sweet and loving to each other.

You are a daddy's girl, always so excited and thrilled to see him when he comes home... and I think it's safe to say that you have him fairly wrapped around your little finger and totally captivated by you.

You have two teeth, on the bottom, that you got about a month ago... and so far we don't see anymore coming in. But those two teeth are adorable!


You absolutely LOVE your solid foods. So far I haven't found one thing you don't like. Your favorites are mashed-up bananas, avocados, sweet potatoes, and applesauce. Gerber puffs are a sure way to keep you entertained and you gobble them up ever so quickly. Now that you've discovered the world of solid foods you've decided that you are completely and totally done nursing. And I'm ok with that-- we still get in plenty of cuddle time.

Because yes, you are an extremely cuddly baby, giving your very own kind of hugs and kisses, sitting on laps and playing with our faces and hands. We can't help but love on you at every chance, because you're just so adorably soft and warm and snuggly and sweet. I want you to stay this way forever!

You make the funniest faces and sounds, blowing raspberries constantly and talking up a storm in your own little way.


You are a very friendly, welcoming, and easy-going baby, always ready with a smile or to go to outstretched arms. Because of this, you have become quite the popular girl at church and there is always someone who's wanting to hold you and kiss on you or try to rock you to sleep during Sunday school-- sometimes I hardly hold you on Sunday mornings. I don't mind this, since I feel blessed to be able to share you and the joy you bring. When all is said and done I'm your mommy and you know that. I love when you look at me and give that little half-cry that says "ok, I'm ready for you to hold me again." My arms will always be ready and waiting for you, sweet baby of mine.



my little loverkins. I love you so!