Y'all, my baby is 8 months old!! WHAT?
And you know what's even crazier than that? The fact that when Bennett was 8 months old, I was a month pregnant with Will. And I was preparing to move 14 hours away from home. To a city where I did not know one person.
I don't know how I did it. I really don't.
But Lainey is happy and healthy and growing in beauty every day. She can crawl, get to a sitting position from laying down, babble, and find her paci and put it in her mouth. She is eating more and more solids and is loving trying new finger foods. She loves cheese, crackers, apples, bananas, squash, and carrots.
She adores her siblings and is generally just a very laid back baby. She rarely gets fussy and just kind of observes everything going on around her. She has to sleep with her paci, pink pillow, and blankie. She loves to read Brown Bear, Brown Bear and she loves when we all sing to her.
And here is what I hear most mornings. Non stop squealing. Otherwise known as music to my ears. I love hearing this every day.
And here is a video of my Lainey bug crawling down the hall. We are so proud of her.
But can we just all agree that the next 8 months need to slow way down? Yup. We're all in agreement.
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