8 months

Our bookend baby, our little peanut, is now 8 months old.

8 months.

3/4 of a year old.

What?

That's some kinda' crazy, let me just tell you.

*sigh*

Time just goes faster the older you get, doesn't it?

Let me celebrate by updating you on Jacey-things now that we've reached this milestone.

• She's now completely and fully mastered the art of crawling. Complete with permanent red marks on her knees.
• Within a week of crawling, she began to pull up on furniture.
• She still will not eat baby food.
• She hates taking medicine, but thanks to her most recent ear infection (only #2!), Matt and I are a little better at pinning her down to do so.
• She still doesn't have much hair, but the bald spot she had rubbed on the back of her head has finally grown back in.
• She is trying desperately to master the art of blowing raspberries.
• She still only has 2 teeth (her bottom front), but considering the amount of drool she creates, I image she'll get more fairly soon. (Note: I've been saying that for a while, so we'll see).
• She's in the midst of separation anxiety.  Big time.
• She's a momma's girl.
• I would say she likes everyone she meets, but earlier this week she 'made strange' with someone for the first time. (Sorry, Pam!!)
• She's still not sleeping through the night, but we've whittled the night feedings down to one (at least this past week).
• She babbles quite a bit, and has said the sounds, "da" and "ba".  And Matt and I both certain we heard her say, "Hi" once.
• She doesn't seem to care too much about signing (but we need to do a better job of signing to her.)
• She has one of the best laughs in the world.
• She adores her brother and sister, and will *try* to follow them around everywhere.
• She has a temper, which is a fairly recent realization.
• She loves to snuggle into my neck and give hugs.  It's wonderful.