I didn't realize that Ava was eight months old today until late this afternoon. Yes, I am mother of the year…
At eight months old Ava weighs close to twenty pounds and is wearing 9-12 month clothes.
She is still nursing and will take a bottle if I am not around and there is no alternative. She does let whoever is giving the bottle know that she is not pleased. She continues to do well with table food- the only thing she has refused is tomatoes. She still has just the two lower front teeth. She has bit me several times while nursing- I give her a stern no and she laughs…
Her attitude… well, lets just say that her nickname is the magnificent turd. She spends her day trying to get into everything that she shouldn't. She laughs when we say no and crawls faster when I am trying to get to her. She has no fear and will pull herself up on anything. She is a happy baby and we love her to pieces, turdness and all.
4 comments:
Let's not say she doesn't care for tomatoes yet. Those puny pale things the stores call tomatoes during the winter are poor excuses for the real thing. One of God's greatest gifts to mankind is a freshly plucked garden tomato, still warm from the sunshine. I am sure she is just discriminating and will be very pleased with a morsel frlm the garden!!
I will keep trying with the tomatoes, I will be devastated if she doesn't like them...
Her antics remind me so much of Dawn as a baby.... =)
What great pictures. She's such a sweet turd.
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