This month whizzed by so fast. I feel like I just wrote about you being seven months and here we are at eight! I can't believe in four more months you'll be a year old. People seriously are not joking when they say not to blink!
We took you to the beach for the first time yesterday. You were so excited about the sand right up until you tried to eat it, and we would't let you. You weren't too happy about that. We let the waves splash on your toes, and I think it scared you (or it was too cold) because you definitely didn't like that very much. Not sure your first beach trip was a success, but I think you'll come around eventually. On the bright side, we did get some cute photos!
What's new this month? You have two teeth now! Your dad and I have decided it is no longer wise to stick our fingers anywhere near your mouth...we both found this out the hard way.
We're slowly building up the list of foods you've tried, which now includes butternut squash, strawberries, peanut butter, mango, peas...lots of wonderful new flavors (minus the peas...those you didn't find so wonderful). Oh, you also love those little flavored puffs and are getting quite good at sticking them in your mouth by yourself.
We love your joyful little spirit! When you get real excited about something, you'll wave your arms up and down and squeal exuberantly, like it's too much and you can't contain all the good feels. We love it.
You've also developed a case of separation anxiety. Part of me is really flattered and happy about this because it means you actually like me...you really like me! The other part of me is thinking this is slightly inconvenient because if I leave you or walk into another room for a second, you start crying. But someone told me to just enjoy this time of being wanted because it doesn't last very long at all. How true this is, I believe. So, guess what? I'm going to do just that.
I'm also feeling a sort of relief this month from the anxiety I've had since you were born that I will do something wrong and just ruin you. After eight months of sinking my hands real down deep into this being a mom thing, I've realized that there really is no one, right way to do most things. And the most important thing I can do right now is love you. Whatever that looks like. If I want to stick a paci in your mouth to help you take a nap, that's just fine. If I want to hold you while you fall asleep, perfect! I'm just learning there is grace in all this. Sometimes, I don't know what I'm supposed to do, but I am doing my best to care for and love you, and the rest is in God's hands. I can trust that He will guide me to be the mother that you need and that He will also grow you into the person He means for you to be.
Until next month, baby girl!