My littlest chick turned 8 months old a couple of days ago. She is (deep breath) crawling, pulling herself up to stand, aaaaalmost sleeping through the night, eating all sorts of yummy purees, still nursing like a champ, babbling that adorable Cheyne talk, working her tiny pincher claw to feed herself puffs and yogurt chips, starting to wave, smiling non-stop, in complete awe of her big sister, in crazy, mad love with her daddy, and the very best snuggle buddy a mama could ask for. We love her so!
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| Eating a Carrot popsicle |
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