It's so weird to think.
I cannot even begin to understand where these last 8 months have gone.
It feels like last week that Kali took her first breaths and I saw her for the first time.
But at the same time,
I feel like she has always been in my life and I can't imagine how I survived without her cute little smile every day.
Her and her Daddy are seriously the ONLY things I live and breath for.
How I survived without either or them,
I will never know.
At 8 months old:
-She has almost figured out how to sign 'milk' with her little fist. I just barely started teaching her last week. I should have done it earlier, but I kept forgetting to stick to it until just last week. She signs it every once in a while, but I don't think she understands what it means yet.
-She knows how to completely self feed now
-She plays peek a boo
-She covers her ears when I sing. haha
-She is very very high maintenanced
-She fake cries, more than she real cries and she thinks we believe her when she's faking it. haha
-She now sits in the real bathtub. We don't use her baby bathtub anymore *sniff*
-She takes at least 2 naps a day and if they're not AT LEAST an hour and a half long, she becomes little miss grumpy pants
-She [usually] sleeps about 13 hours a night; through the night
-She's well on her way to crawling and is constantly pulling herself to the crawling position.
-She is now completely, 100% daddys girl.
-She is beginning to tolerate her car seat...for the most part
We love you Kalista Jean!! <3<3