Dear Beatrice,
Today you woke up and celebrated being 8 months old (27 inches tall, 19lbs - estimated). We called your Daddy at work, and he said "Happy Birthday" and you squealed with delight and uttered something that actually resembled "hi" - it was spooky. I think it made us both realize that real talking might be just around the corner.
As usual you were very happy to see me this morning. Today you were on all fours rocking back and forth, ready to get out of your crib. We said good morning to each other, and then to Daddy's picture, and then you did your ritual squealing at the shrine to Cousin Eleanor. I can't wait for you to see her again tomorrow! After a quick bottle (you drink 8oz in about 3.5 minutes flat, which you have to hold yourself), we changed you into your new pretty dress and prayed for no spit-up for 20 minutes.
Then it was pictures with Flat Bear.
Today you woke up and celebrated being 8 months old (27 inches tall, 19lbs - estimated). We called your Daddy at work, and he said "Happy Birthday" and you squealed with delight and uttered something that actually resembled "hi" - it was spooky. I think it made us both realize that real talking might be just around the corner.
As usual you were very happy to see me this morning. Today you were on all fours rocking back and forth, ready to get out of your crib. We said good morning to each other, and then to Daddy's picture, and then you did your ritual squealing at the shrine to Cousin Eleanor. I can't wait for you to see her again tomorrow! After a quick bottle (you drink 8oz in about 3.5 minutes flat, which you have to hold yourself), we changed you into your new pretty dress and prayed for no spit-up for 20 minutes.
Then it was pictures with Flat Bear.
This was alot easier when you were immobile...
Now I was going to sit here and write you a little letter about all of the fun things we've been doing over the past month and all the new things you're learning. But instead you learned to pull open drawers...while I was typing. So we're skipping that. Nothing like a real-live 8 month old to teach me the meaning of the word flexibility.
Love,
Mommy
ps - for all you Beatrice-junkies, your picture fix will come tonight!
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We drove up to Oakland in the afternoon. Beatrice did well until we were about an hour away. Then she hated it. We all sat in Bay Area traffic for a long while. Like the picture of the lady driving next to us - she is wearing her visor over her face! Got to see Grandpa Glen when we arrived which was great.
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