8 Months

I can't believe my baby is already 8 months old. That's pretty much the same amount of time I spent knowing I was pregnant. (although these past 8 months definitely went faster than the previous 8 months) Kelly is such a happy little rollie-pollie. I see her rolling around the living room in all her chubby glory and wish there were some way I could freeze time. Sadly, since I already have a 5-yr old, I know all too well how quickly this stage passes. I have to say, it's probably about my favorite age...completely happy personality without the attitude, content to just be alive, able to entertain herself for a while but not yet mobile enough to get into any trouble. And have I mentioned her chubs? I purposely leave her in just a diaper on many occasion just to enjoy her rolls. I love her giggles. I love her fat little fingers attacking anything that dares get close enough for her to cram into her mouth. I love her thick, dark hair. I love her amazing blue eyes that follow me around a room like I'm the only one that matters. I know all too well that one day very soon, she'll be getting into mischief and causing gray hairs. But just for now, for today, I've decided to freeze time and create a permanent memory of how perfect she is at this very moment.