-She will eat anything. But vegetables and rice cereal are her favorite. And spaghetti. And bananas. And oatmeal. Seriously, this kid is a hungry hungry little hippo.
-She babbles a ton. It's possible she has said both DaDa and ball (both the DaDa and the ball think so), but every time I try to get her to say Mama, she just laughs.
-Until yesterday, she had never gotten sick. Not once! And I was starting to get all sorts of smug about it, so of course she immediately came down with something. Just a little temperature, and the sniffles, and she seems to be getting over it already. Except for the sniffle part- oh my heavens, the amount of snot that little delicate girl can produce is nothing short of amazing.
-Baby clothes sizing is screwy. I know this isn't so much about Lucy at eight months, but let's take a look at what Lucy is wearing today. 6-12 month jeans. Newborn onesie. 3-6 month sweatshirt. They all fit her great. Huh.
-She has in irrational fear of buzzing noises. Like if you're doing a fun game to get her to eat, and you do a fun buzzing noise like a bee while you're flying a big fun spoonful of squash to her mouth? NOT FUN. She will freak the heck out. (it's possibly the only thing that will actually get her to *stop* eating).
Um, Lucy's hair no longer fits in pictures.
Speaking of which, thanks for all the comments on the V-day photo. I'm thrilled with the festive possibilities of Lucy's hair. That front tuft is probably long enough to fashion a nice silhouette of George Washington in honor of President's Day.
3 comments:
That is my favorite thing I have heard all week. Let's play soon.
Can you pass some of that eating over to Sara? Ours is inordinately picky! Count your lucky stars!
Your writing makes me laugh. I can totally hear you saying it too. :)
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