8 Months of Millie

I’m a few days late, I know. That just life these days.

We met Miss Millie 8 months ago and we can’t get over how thankful we are for her.

And we feel like she’s always been with us. It was all just leading up to this. This silly, crazy, sweet, busy body who keeps us on our toes. So what’s been going on?

Please notice the SMILE in the car seat. I had to capture that rare moment.

Well not much really. Just hanging at home, hanging a Grandparents house, hanging at the salon, hanging at the coffee shop. We do a lot of hanging around.

But our favorite hanging around? Well that’s with this guy.

Millie now knows when and where Jerrel’s sleeping during the day. If she is peeved at me, bored, or just needs daddy she makes her way to the bedroom door and not-so-polietly hits to wake him up. We then have to go in for a few minutes for a daddy fix. I just can’t say no to that type of demand. Girl needs her daddy.

And Daddy needs his girl.

Millie is too cool for patty cake or waving.

This is the look I get when we are talking and working on those types of tricks. However, she does put her arms up in the air to greet people-we usually say “So Big” then on cue. So she’s caught on. She also plays peek-a-boo. On her own. It’s just darling. Seriously darling.

We had a little run in with Momma’s wedding ring and baby’s nose. She didn’t cry and I didn’t even know it happened until she turned to look at me and there was blood trickling down. That got some questions. About 12,398 questions actually.

The fall weather has been stunning. One Sunday we decided to go out and keep Grandpa company while he worked on the deck.

After a while he looked like he needed some help.

We also go and help Grandma at the salon. We rearrange merchindise. Redo window displays and greet people with a “So Big!”

I predict Millie will be a jack of all trades and master of many with all the different environments she’s around.

That wrinkle on her head kills me!

Millie still prefers to be naked so she’s gotten quite skilled at wriggling out of her clothes. As the picture above shows, Me taking off my jacket was just taking too long, so she was working her way out of hers as well.

My floors? Well, they are never clean enough. She picks everything up and eats it. She is still exclusively breastfed…minus the stuff she gets from the floor. She even picks up imaginary things and puts them in her mouth-I’ve watched her. But if I make my way to check her mouth? Girlfriend HIGHTAILS it outta there. It’s funny-most the time.

Oh and paper she loves to rip apart and chew on paper. She’s not hungry I promise-she just a darling, beautiful, little stinker.

And getting undressed for bath time? That’s funny. She knows when that water starts it’s time. All I have to do is start each arm, give a little direction for the head hole and bam! Naked. And diapers with aplix (velcro)- those have been finding their way off for weeks now. Snaps are now our friend.

Scrub a dub dub baby in the tub…er sink.

Bath head.

Oh, the moving. The grooving. It’s constant. My Grandma said the other day, “You two (Millie and I) haven’t stopped moving since she got here.” YUP.

Millie stands on her own now and you can just see it, she wants to walk. She wants to figure out how to make her feet move her places like the big people. She can take one step on her own. The first time I saw her? I involuntarily said “STOP!” Oops! When I’m holding her she’s seems big. But when she’s down on the ground, with the rest of creation? She’s tiny! I have since held in my “stops” and just smile. I’m not going to be able to stop her.

But you wait. Next time I write a Month’s of Millie post? She will be walking on her own.

The need for speed or simply mobility can work in my favor sometimes though, she pushed the laundry in the living room for me to fold today. I helped with direction but we got it there. Who needs a walker anyways? We just get crafty!

It’s also no secret that I have a cat napper on my hands. So I’m trying a few different things to try and get her to stretch them to 30 mins. Please!

We got my crib mattress and fixed a nice, safe place for her to nap at the end of our bed. So after she’s out when she’s done nursing I try to lay her down. It’s worked once. Baby steps right?

But boy, was it a nice once.

And trying to get an 8th month photo? Lame-ain’t nobody got time for that!

I just wanted once nice purty photo, then daddy started making silly noises in an effort to get the smile and well our ornery girl retaliated with her own version and I got this:

Then she stood up to be extra daredevil-ish

Oh girl. My sweet girl.

We still only have two teeth but the drool and chewing is in full force again so I wouldn’t be shocked if another pops through again.

Excited to see what the next month brings!

Hey! Don’t give me that look missy!

Happy 8 months baby girl.

Blessings!