warning: serious cuteness ahead. (photos taken on Christmas day)
at eight months, Scarlett is crawling all over the place, exploring like crazy. she follows me into the kitchen and laundry room and thinks it's great when she "finds" me. and then she promptly whines to be picked up.
she's at the "everything goes in the mouth" stage, which I really can't stand. I have to constantly remind the kids (think broken record) not to leave their Legos, Knex, polly pockets and other small trinkets lying about because "Scarlett might choke."
from day one she's been an awesome sleeper. currently she's pulling 10-12 hour nights. and takes a couple solid 2-3 hour naps.
she has developed "stranger anxiety" and refuses to go to anyone except mom, dad and her "stand-in" mom, aka Hannah. and sometimes she prefers Hannah over me. harrumph. all other siblings she strictly tolerates.
she just learned the patty-cake thing and also says "mama", "dada" and "baba", although I don't think she's put two and two together yet that "mama" is "mom." or that she's referring to me. so for now I'll just act like she knows what she's saying and brag about how smart she is.
also, I noticed the other day that her top two teeth have popped through.
I don't know... the more kids we have, the cuter they get. or maybe it's just that ugly parents make cute kids. or what?