She crawls and pulls up and eats blueberries and avocado and mango and butternut squash and basically any other orange vegetable or fruit you can think of. She has an embarrassing number of toys for a person whose parents swore never to let their home be taken over by plastic crap, but give her two measuring cups and she will happily bang them together forever. My husband swore she said "Dada" the other day but she has not repeated the feat, so the jury is still out.
We seem to be in the throes of the 8-month sleep regression--that's what I'm telling myself, anyway, so as not to want to kill myself every 1.5-2 hours when she wakes up crying. So, you know. Tired. I keep thinking it has to get better, but it's been going on for weeks and weeks and only seems to be getting worse. Bleah. People keep telling me to do "sleep training" (i.e. cry it out) but I'm not willing to go down that road. Yet. Besides, now that she's pulling up, if she cries long enough, she pulls up on the crib and obviously is not going to soothe herself to sleep that way.
I have lots more to say about sleep but I'm too tired to be coherent about it. Heh. Anyway, just tell me that your kid went through a crappy sleep phase and then leveled out, OK?
Other than the sleep thing, she is happy and healthy and beautiful and just the funniest, coolest little thing. Not that I'm biased or anything.
In other news, last week I got to meet the fabulous miss Momo! I'd never actually met a blog buddy IRL before, so I was a little nervous, not that Momo would turn out to be crazy (as my husband said not-so-comfortingly, "You'll probably end up being the crazy one"), but that it would be weird or awkward. But we clicked immediately and couldn't stop talking and laughing, and I cursed the fact that I had to go back to work after lunch instead of just hanging out all afternoon. So if anyone else wants to come hang out in the Big City, call me! Let's get together! I'm not too crazy!