Dear Miss Ellie turned eight months old over the weekend. Her third tooth is fighting to emerge from her top gums, and it has her particularly clingy. She’s given my babywearing slings a good workout this past week.
Ellie’s about 20 pounds, wearing 12 and 18 month clothes, sitting up and rolling every which way. She doesn’t crawl, but since none of our children have crawled this young, that’s not a real big shock. She’s happy and content and the most social baby I’ve had the pleasure of spending my days with. She’ll grin and growl and coo and smile and do anything to earn your full attention. She’s saying “Dada” with absolute clarity and at the most appropriate times, making me think she knows what she’s doing. She fails to say “Momma” but her grin makes her forgiven.
Ellie’s content to play, tries to eat anything and everything and has managed to consume both grass and leaves despite my attempts to convince her otherwise. She’s a champ at food and while she has yet to eat baby food, she finds canned green beans and grilled chicken worthwhile. Scrambled eggs are also a favorite.
Napping is iffy. She sleeps great in her bed… sometimes. She naps on my back in a wrap when we’re out and about without a qualm. She wakes usually 3 times in the night, desperate to keep the rolls on her thighs filling out her jeans and her round little belly popping the snap of her pants regularly.
She’s a love. She loves her siblings, food, and playing outside. She ranks right up there with easiest baby of mine, and definitely wins most social. She’s the highlight of life around here, to be sure!