Big Girl

Nora is eight months old this week. We can hardly believe our eyes sometimes. How did she go from this to this?:



She's rolling in 360 degree turns (now known as mama's "little rotisserie chicken"), sitting up proud and tall, angling her body into downward dog in preparation for crawling, eating millet puffs and dozens of pureed foodstuffs, sleeping from 7pm to 7am, saying "da" "ma" "ba" "yah" and lots of other screeches and belly laughs and hoots and hollers, knows her name, has a wicked sense of humor, laughs at herself in the mirror, greets all her favorite people with a huge smile, loves to chew on mama's wooden spoons, plays a mean game of peekaboo ...

We love you, bee-boo! Happy 8 Months.