On a technicality (because it's after midnight on the 8th as I post this), you are 8 months old today. I can't believe it. I'm up late tonight thinking of some things that are not important (building a new house) some things that are very important (praying for a sweet friend who just came out of the hospital) and you. Precious girl, I want everything for you. At 8 months old you are the happiest, easiest, best sleeping baby I've ever had. Your very first tooth just poked through the gums, which is always a fun moment for your mommy/dentist. Your new favorite game is practicing pulling up to standing, and then sitting down with a plop. It's my fault, really, because I cheer for you every time you do either one. It's a win-win situation at Casa Edwards. This month it was especially hard to take your picture because you are always on the move, so this side-swipe pic was the best I could manage, but I do declare you're still adorable, even crunched over sideways.
Happy 9th, little lady. I love you to pieces.
