Sweet baby Isla is 8 months old. She can do nothing wrong. We are all so in love with her, Olivia especially. She refers to her as "my baby", and it melts my heart every single time. Isla is sitting tall, still a tiny bit wobbly, and no where ready to crawl. So what if both of my babies inherited my athletic genes (or lack thereof)! There is nothing Isla doesn't love to eat- homemade, store bought, chunky, smooth... you name it, she will open her little mouth and gobble it all up.
Shortly after turning 8 month, we discovered one baby tooth. That one tooth is keeping me on my toes during nursing. I'm still nursing Isla. My current (ever-shifting) goal is Christmas. Hoping to get her further through the winter season. And maybe, trying to hold on to these sweet baby days a bit longer.
Finally a good school picture! At the same time... but wait, is my baby so big??
Our annual family pictures turned out... just ok... It was soooo hot. I don't have a single good one of the girls alone because, well, Isla wasn't feeling it. Shortly after this one was taken Isla fell backwards and Olivia caught her. We told O good job, to which O replied - she is my baby.
I am full of mood swings these days. There are so much joy, so much cuteness, so much passive aggressive nagging, so much appreciation of my husband but just as much dissatisfaction and overall wishing for more. I suppose this is life. Katie Couric once said to know when you are in the sweet spot in life - that moment in time when your children are young and your parents are healthy. That me! That's where I am. Face it, this may be as good as it gets. If so, I am content. More than that, I am grateful.
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