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Helllloooooooo eight months.

I LOVE watching her pick Cheerios up with her tiny little fingers and try to navigate them to her mouth.

She thinks she is a rock climber.  Not so excited about this advancement.  She sure doesn’t lack confidence when it comes to scaling furniture.

She no longer really cares about her toys, she wants what she can’t have.  For some reason she gravitates to our dirty shoes and the trash.  What a classy little lady.

Teeth and Hair:  Nothing on the horizon.  I’m beginning to think I gave birth to Benjamin Button and we need to get her some dentures and a toupee of some sort.

She is still rather large.  An unofficial weigh in put her around twenty lbs.  My biceps are definitely benefiting.

She loves to talk and jabber.  She is constantly saying dadadadad and occasionally will spit out a mamamama. I find it incredibly adorable when she whispers.