Almost Eight Months

Felicity is almost eight months old and we are almost at two months without an ear infection.  To me, those are both big deals, because I love an eight month old baby, and, well, the ear infection thing is just magic, right?  I feel like we've been sprung from prison or something!  She is a happy, happy baby.  She gets a little grumpy before she goes to sleep, and especially if she's tired, which she OFTEN is, but that is the only bad thing about her.  And it's not BAD, it's just BAD in comparison to her normal sweet self.

She is starting to get a little bit of anxiety about being held by anyone but me.  Mike's mom and my mom were both here last Monday for a cookout and she was weird with both of them.  That's a tough phase, but it won't last long, I'm sure.  I hate it, though, because as sweet as she is, sometimes I like to put her down or have someone else hold her.  I've been taking advantage of the time before she goes fully crazy and wants to be held all the time and letting her lie down on the floor and roll around and she is doing well with the sitting up.  I told my sister, it's almost why I wrote that last post, where I was worried about it because as soon as I said it, she popped up and hasn't fallen down since!  Ha, well, not exactly but she is doing really well.  We went to the park the other day and she sat on a blanket for probably 30 minutes!  She is easy to take places - Maria wants to go somewhere all the time, of course, and I couldn't do it if Felicity were as grumpy as, say, MARIA was at that age.  She's a pleasant companion.  I am already dreaming of the fall, when Maria and Veronica are in preschool THREE days a week, and it will just be me and Felicity.

She has no teeth, she is as bald as a cue ball still (if the cue ball had a little tiny bit of dirt or moss on it) and she is still amazingly beautiful.