Harper is 8 months old now, and that means one thing — she’s 2/3 of the way to being a year old! I know I shouldn’t be thinking about that already, but I can’t help it. She’s changing so fast now, and the months are flying by.
There was one week this month when it seemed like she changed more than she ever had. All the sudden she had her third tooth, she was saying “ma-ma-ma” and getting halfway to crawling. She had never shown any interest in crawling and then all the sudden she was not where I put her!
She’s now figured out how to get up on all fours, but hasn’t quite gotten the moving forward part. Half of me is urging her on. The other half is hoping she takes her sweet time figuring it out.
This month it finally felt like some kind of weight had lifted. There was just an ease that had never been there before.
We had some hard days when she was teething and some nights when our good sleeping schedule got completely out of whack. But we know how to recover now. And I think I’ve been able to realize when to give myself a break so I can be a better mom.
This month my stress was about work. The orders picked up and I had to get ready for a craft show. It wasn’t always easy to fit in that much work, but I managed to do it, and it felt good.
Harper is still full of smiles for strangers. She is pretty good at entertaining herself for short amounts of time. One week she was cracking me up staring at her hands.
I love that we are able to play games now. We can interact with her in new ways and get a response. Her giggles are so infectious.
She is starting to scare me a little bit with her newfound mobility. We had to lower the crib and start putting her on the floor instead of on furniture.
Our biggest battle is over items to chew on. She wants absolutely anything that is not a toy. She loves cell phones and remotes and cords and yarns.
It seems like whatever is most dangerous is what she wants to play with or put in her mouth.
Foodwise, I think she has eaten pretty much everything we eat now with no ill effects. But she takes a few bites and then loses interest.
I guess we are just following her lead and when she’s ready she’ll eat more. She is able to feed herself things that she can hold in her hand, which is pretty cool (especially for the dogs).
Her baby chub is so freakin’ cute. She just has a cascade of rolls on her arms and legs.
For all those rolls she is still really strong. She can jump for days in her jumperoo. I love how happy it makes her.
And if we help her she can start picking up her legs to walk.
The next month will only get busier with work, so it will be a challenge to watch her as she gets more mobile. But I cherish this time, especially now that I realize it is sailing by.