Scoops turned 8 months old over 2 weeks ago, so I guess it's time for me to write about her 8 month milestones. Can you tell I'm having a hard time figuring out when to write? If only I could get Scoops to poop on a schedule, I could actually schedule in writing time. But enough about my epic procrastination, let's talk about my cute kid.
The day she reached 8 months of age, Scoops figured out real honest-to-God hands-and-knees crawling and how to pull herself up to standing. At the same time. It was bedtime. Which was subsequently delayed by one hour so we could lower the crib mattress, but I'm not complaining. She mastered these excitingly dangerous skills in front of us, while we were taking photos for her 8 months, so we got to actually see them happen, catch them on "film," and prevent a terrible I-just-figured-out-how-to-crawl-out-of-my-crib-in-the-middle-of-the-night accident. If you're thinking to yourself that I should have lowered the crib mattress a long time ago, you're right. I put it off as long as I did because 1) my back is frequently stiff and sore, and I've been afraid that lowering the crib mattress would make it hurt worse (but it hasn't so far), and 2) I had heard or read somewhere that you're supposed to lower the crib mattress when your baby can push herself up to sitting. Scoops did that several days after turning 8 months, so clearly that wasn't a helpful guideline.
Aside from crawling and pulling up to stand, at 8 months Scoops loves to careen around the house in her walker, or while holding onto our hands. She is still the tiniest kid her age we know (first percentile!), but she is strong, both in body and will. On weekend mornings she lays in bed with us and pretends we are her personal jungle gym. She babbles and sings when the mood strikes her, but loves to stare uncomfortably (especially when meeting new people) as if she's reading your soul. Speaking of singing, she is learning to imitate sounds, like when we sing or hum 3 or 4 notes. I'm not saying she can match pitch, but she very obviously attempts to make the same sounds in the same order. She is learning to blow raspberries, and, probably because we've been blowing them on her belly since she was born, is starting to blow them on us, too. This is most amusing when she tries it in the middle of breastfeeding. And speaking of breastfeeding, Scoops is training for the Olympic Breastfeeding Acrobatics team. She has a few poses she hasn't quite mastered yet, but her repertoire includes several impressive inversions, many of which are typically accompanied by humming. Or blowing raspberries.
Her smile is infectious. Her eyes are still a piercing deep blue, with a lighter ring (that looks almost greenish to me) right in the center. Her hair is the thickest it's ever been, but still feathery and sandy blonde. Her hands and fingers look so much bigger to me, and they are always grabbing at my face, especially while she nurses. She is working on her pincer grasp, as well as pointing, and loves to take breaks in the middle of nursing to study (with her pointer finger) the thing that squirts out milk for her. Her expressions are varied and often hilarious, and I can tell she's going to have a humorous, sassy personality. I'm still home with her full time, and immensely grateful for every day I get to spend with her. Even on the hard days (and there are hard days), by the time I put her to bed I realize how much I'll miss her once she's asleep, and how lucky I am to spend my days with her. I wouldn't trade my life for any other.