Olivia at Eight Months

Dear Olivia,

Today you are eight months old. That's 2/3 a year already, and can we just let time stand still for the last 1/3 (don't let February come too quickly)?

You have become an incredible little creature over the last month. You've been able to sit up on your own now without toppling over. When you are laying at an angle on your back, you now have enough strength to pull yourself up to sitting position. The strength that you have amazes both your father and I. Often when we are sitting with you, you will kick those legs with so much strength that I think you might crack one of my ribs.


I can tell that you are ready to start crawling when I put you on the ground and you roll all over the place. You are now scooting a little on your back by using your legs to push you around. You get so much joy out of it, too, so it's really fun to watch you.


You are so wide-eyed all the time, and your eyes are so expressive, much like your fathers. You've begun to babble quite a bit, too, letting us know that you have your own opinion on things. However, this last month you haven't wanted to be left alone. When someone leaves the room or just walks away from you briefly, you clearly state that that is not what you want. You want everyone in your presence.


You have also become a grabber. You want to play with everything in sight, including your sisters hair when she gives you hugs and kisses. This has resulted in the first fight among the two of you. Other interesting things this month include your most always happy demeanor, which I hope you never grow out of, and your instance on waking up in the middle of the night and wanting to play.


Little Livy, (my new nickname for you) you are clearly moving on from babyhood. I don't want you to. Once you start crawling, I am going to miss your little baby self that I have become accustomed to. You are quite the snuggler, and I am enjoying my time with you so much. As each day passes, you are a little bigger, a little stronger, and bring me more joy than the day before. Most of all and above everything else, when I really want to cry, you have the ability to make me smile and make me feel better. You make me stronger.

I love you,
Mama