This precious girl is 7 months old today.
She has 3 teeth.
She's pretty easy going.
She's not the best sleeper.
She's not the worst sleeper.
There are few things she loves more than her siblings.
One of those things just might the dog.
The other is definitely milk.
And probably all food.
My heart just bursts when she nuzzles her head into my shoulder.
She really only does that on very rare occasions.
Her favorite books are ones with pictures of other babies.
When she sees the pictures of other babies she goes crazy. Feet kicking. Happy hyperventilating. Squeals of delight. It's adorable.
(Confession, I added that last fact so that anyone reading this blog will know that I read to my babies, and will think I'm a good mom, even though I have 4 kids. I really need to get over that!)
She does this cute army crawl, and she's getting fast every day.
She frequently ends up stuck under a chair.
She tries to mimic sounds.
She brings us so much joy!
Sometimes I look around at my house and I go a little crazy. Today for example, I was trying to help Olivia with homework. She was frustrated because I told her she should number her sentences. Frustrated is probably the understatement of the century. It didn't say in the directions to number them, so why should she, yadda, yadda, yadda. Meanwhile, Abigail and Nathan were fighting over the computer and it was getting violent. Hair pulling. Pushing. The usual.
And during all of this the baby was just crawling around looking for choking hazards.
And just typing this is making my eye twitch. Literally.
This parenting business is no joke.