Maya’s eight-month birthday was Monday, and I’m amazed at how old she is already!
Things to remember:
She babbles and coos all day, every day…except for when she’s asking to be held, which is OFTEN.
She doesn’t want to nap unless I’m holding her.
She smiles. A lot. Yesterday, the gal who runs childcare at my gym commented on how much she’s changed, and how much fun she is to watch. (yay!)
She’s still perfectly average for milestones — it’s as if she’s read the book on baby development. Oh! I’m supposed to start crawling sometime soon. Better get on with that.
She’s learning to demand her way, so crying isn’t always a simple communication of needs anymore. Sometimes, it’s flat-out manipulation. I’m trying to learn to distinguish between cries.
Most of all…she’s an angel, a doll-baby, and the light of my life. I can’t imagine not having her around!
