7, 8, 9.....

Yes I know, I'm 3 months behind and as much as I would love to say I will get better and be more diligent about staying "on top" of things I probably won't. This little ham is sooooo much fun, her personality has really evolved in the last few months. She pulls the cutest faces and you never know which face she will beam at you. She scoots on her bum, rolls to where she needs to be, and goes backwards but refuses to crawl, stubborn child this little diva is. She's 20 lbs. ALREADY (I know don't judge - we grow em big) we can't seem to keep her in clothes. She flies around the kitchen in her walker, running over innocent toes and we don't even want to go with the speed she catches down our driveway. She cries when you walk out of a room then immediately flashes her two tooth smile when she sees you again. She adores her big brothers Kaleb and Kanyon, she will squish up her nose and grin from ear to ear when she sees them. She's obviously a superb eater but wants to feed herself, talk about an icky mess. My heart aches when I'm away from her, I just want to pick her up and squeeze her (she hates this) every chance I get. In the last month, she started saying dada, kittyyyyyyyy, hi, and we caught her on video saying uh oh although she hasn't said it since. She loves to be outside in the sunshine, going for walks or bouncing in her exer-saucer. If I could freeze frame these moments with her, I would do so in a heart beat. She's the beat to my heart, the cheese to my sandwich, the pop to my corn. I want to keep her this little forever, keep her safe, away from the hardships in this world and from ever being hurt. I can't thank you enough Kimbree for lighting up my world, every day.