The Squishy One at eight months

Our little miss turns eight months old this weekend, and seriously I think this is the golden age of babies. (I say that every time.) (But I swear, this time it's true.) This was the month she really started to come into her own personality, and we have been soaking up every minute. Here are a few little things I want to remember about Mrs. Squishes.

I want to remember the way her little hand wraps around your thumb when you pick her up.

I want to remember her gummy, drooly grin, with those two tiny teeth nubs, and the way she belly laughs when we try to brush her little teeth with the purple Dora toothbrush Sam got her.

She just started crawling a few days ago, and I want to remember her slow, methodical crawls. Every few steps (they're not really called steps, are they? should I say every few crawls?) she loses her balance and one leg goes way up into the air. Then she rights herself and continues on her slow beeline path.

She is such a goofball. She'll crawl up to you and just grin and be silly until you pick her up and play with her. Especially Jason! The best time of day is when Jason gets home from school. Can you tell she has us all wrapped around her little fingers?

If she's sleeping, don't you dare go in to check on her! If she so much as hears the door open, day or night, she'll pop her head up and be ready to play. And if there's one thing we know about parenting, it's to never ever EVER wake a sleeping baby. ;)

Her favorite things to play with are, of course, things she's not supposed to touch. She will go to great lengths to try and reach the carbon monoxide detector plugged into the hallway outlet, and she loves computer cords too. Basically her life motto is "EAT ALL THE ELECTRONICS."

She just started doing this new thing where she starts crawling up your leg and wants to be picked up. But don't you dare think she wants to cuddle you for once in her life! What she really wants is to pull on your earring, or eat your beard, or for you to carry her somewhere (to the carbon monoxide detector, please, and step on it!).

The worst part of this month was when her elbow got dislocated and we had to spend several hours doing x-rays and in urgent care waiting rooms. She also got a bad cold for a few days, and it's rough seeing your baby hardly able to breathe! But we all came through, and we could not be more in love with our silly, determined, independent, happy, smiling Eclaire.

Happy eight months!