Wasn't she just born yesterday?
No seriously. My scar is still tingling. It had to be yesterday.
No?
Let me dwell on this a moment.
Now back to business...
Piper is 8 months old on the 8th of the 8th month.
888. That's lucky right?
Precious is moving like nobody's business. Not only are we a master crawler, a perfect puller-upper, but almost a satisfactory stander-upper on our own. Oh and we are a weak walker. Oof.
Yes she's had a few ups and downs. Literally.
She bonks her head or bottom and waits on our reaction.
She usually gets a "brush it off" or a "you're fine" followed by a quick scoop of momma's or daddy's arms and up we go to get a toy or find something else to get in to whilst avoiding a crocodile tear or a complete nuclear meltdown.
Her favorite distraction is "reading."
Yes the quotes are entirely necessary.
Piper's version of said reading involves her daddy's hunting and fishing and farming magazines. They're her favorite. Not only is she up to date on all things RealTree or Bass Pro, but she is a master tearer-upper.
She takes the magazine page by page, ripping each very carefully into as many strips as possible. She then takes each strip with both hands, raises it above her head, and snaps it in two.
Did I mention she was a dramatic reader?
Along with her love of reading and new found mobility comes her new found favorite foods.
All things blueberry, Gerber yogurt, oatmeal with fruit and/or cinnamon, and she inevitably likes the grossest thing I've ever seen or smelled- Macaroni and cheese with mixed veggies... In Gerber baby food form. Ew doesn't even describe it.
She's a good eater thank goodness, but she comes from a long line of people who like to eat so she really has no choice.
She still loves her puppy dogs, but the furbabies have yet to understand Piper doesn't need to share their toys.
This will be a losing battle I'm afraid.
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