9 months!

I am not sure what happened to my tiny baby. She has officially been part of this world as long as we were waiting on her to make her arrival. I can't believe in three months she will be a one year old (there I go again with my numbers games...Chris would be rolling his eyes) :)

We don't have our doctors appointment until April 5th so weight and height are just a guestimate. There are a few absolutes though....

She LOVES....baths. water. Riggs. (any animal really) other kids. feeding herself. standing in her crib. her singing dog. outside. copying our faces and noises. waving to everyone. waving to herself. pushing things. her stacking cups. giving kisses.

She LOATHES... changing clothes. wiping her face. changing clothes. being tied down (as in her high chair if she is not actively eating) changing clothes. Notice a pattern?

She has been in such a fun mood this past week. It is so entertaining to watch her personality emerge. I realize the "fun mood" is in stark contrast to last week's post about separation anxiety. Once again, my husband is right.... "it (the fussines) is just a phase, it passes quickly, you are not doing anything wrong" Thankful for his insight. Hate admiting I get caught up in the moment and sometimes can't see past the meltdown in front of me. Thankful that my girl is healthy and happy.

These pictures are getting increasingly harder to take as she would rather do anything than sit still....