It’s my favorite age…eight months. They crawl, they sit up, they “talk”, they play, they eat finger foods, they use sippie cups, life gets a teensy bit easier and a whole lot messier.
But when your baby is this beautiful…messes are ok.
Sneaky girl, as if I don’t notice the spilled cereal all over the table and floor.
I just want to eat her up, every single day. Isn’t motherhood grand?