"Slow down, baby..."~ Mary J. Blige
Eight is a great number. Let's just hang out at 8 months for a while, Zoe. You're growing way too fast and time is seemingly racing by my window in a blurry haze. It's going by so fast that I can't seem to post on your actual month day anymore. Can we just freeze time already a la Evie in Out of this World? I'll touch my fingertips together and freeze this month.
This month of throaty babbles like having my own mini monster. This month of starting to wave bye-bye and excitement at the very prospect of communicating with us. This month of reaching out to grab a toy and falling forward and beaming with pride at getting the toy regardless. And my very favorite-- this month of swaying back and forth in your highchair to music. You're dancing, my ZoZo! You're a maniac, maniac in the highchair.
As you've become more interested in every sound and sight, you're less interested in nursing. Don't get me wrong-- you enjoy a good meal. But you want to take a minute or five to check things out and expect the boob to be at your disposal, which isn't always feasible. So your weight gain has slowed, but your doc says that's normal especially once babies get more active. And you're digging the solids, no doubt about it. But I'm a little sad as it seems that working full time has contributed to a decline in my supply as well. I guess I shouldn't make predictions at this point. I should just cherish this moment. This beautiful month.
Zoe, it (was) your month day. Happy month day, Zoe!