My Eight Month Old

The Livster is officially eight months old. She's crawling around like a speed demon. She can get from one end of the house to the other in the blink of an eye. She's pulling herself up and even trying to stand on her own. She's not strong enough for that yet but she doesn't care. She tries anyway.

She is a major copycat. It's pretty much the cutest thing in the world. My favorite is if you pucker your lips and make a kissing sound, she will do it right back. Same with clicking your tongue and spitting. I love it.

She can clap and wave, which is also totally adorable. I can already tell she has a sense of humor and is going to be a total drama queen.

Here she is on Halloween with her handsome dad. You'll notice she's not in a costume. I hate Halloween, so sue me.

James has a love-hate relationship with her these days. It probably started around the time she started crawling and trying to take all his toys.

This isn't the best photo, but captures her personality perfectly. If she's awake and fed she's usually quite happy.

She's pretty much a total doll these days, except for one minor detail . . . she still doesn't understand that going to bed at night means you're supposed to sleep until morning! She does about three to four hour increments all night long. Ahhh! When will the torture end!? I keep hoping one night it'll just click, but no such luck just yet. Until then, if I'm cranky or totally anti-social, you'll know why. Not getting enough sleep sure takes a lot out of me.