I really want to be a better blogger. I don't know why I can't seem to get anything down on this blog. My hope was that this would be like a scrapbook (since I'll never scrapbook), but I seem to have missed out some of Spencer's most important months. Hopefully, I will turn this around into a scrapbook blog one day.
Spencer is eight months old, and she is already so much more fun than Wes and I had ever thought possible at this age. She is still really long, and she is mostly wearing 12-18 month clothes. She sometimes looks like a redneck baby in these because she is too skinny for them, but 6-12 month clothes would never fit her long torso. She loves to eat, and doesn't reject any certain type of baby food. She is working through stage two foods now. We are finally about to move out of our size two diapers, which is good, since we have boxes and boxes of size three diapers.
Spencer has slept through the night from about 6:30 to 6:30/7:00 since November. What an amazing sleeper! Wes and I are so grateful for this. It makes all three of us such wakeful, happy people. She is a dream when she wakes up in the morning, as well. She stretches right away, even before she opens her eyes, and it is the most adorable thing. She enjoys lying on her changing table, babbling, giggling, and getting tickled by her parents. She wiggles around, but when you take her clothes off, she really lets loose and starts to kick like a wild woman. She laughs the most when you tickle her tummy or her neck. She also thinks that any kind of funny noise is hilarious. She gives good belly laughs if you make a crazy noise for her.
We spend our afternoons playing with Spencer on the floor, watching her work toys like her bubble gum machine and her piano, and listening to her squeal and giggle. She really is just always happy. We are so blessed to have such a content baby who is always smiling at us. She is great medicine for lifting your mood. As soon as you're around her, bad days are just forgotten. She is so good that we hardly even notice when she's sick, which is kind of tricky. I always feel like the worst mom when I finally realize that she's been sick for several days. We've had such a problem with ear infections, fluid in the ears, and a little bit of hearing loss that we're getting ear tubes in two weeks.
One of my favorite Spencer laughs happened at Costco last week. Wes was holding her, and I walked ahead of them and turned around to look at them. He held her tightly and ran toward me, stopping right as he got to me. She laughed so hard that it didn't even sound like her voice. So of course I got Wes to do it again. This time she squealed so loudly that people probably though she was being kidnapped. Hilarious! Wes has decided that she's going to be a singer. I think so, too, especially if the amount of singing that goes on at our house is any indication.
Spencer is SO not into the idea of crawling, or of even being on her stomach at all. She absolutely hates it! We will let her ease herself onto her stomach and lay out several toys for her to grab for, but she just cries and cries and turns in circles. She can do a 360 degree turn in about one minute flat, but she refuses to attempt any other movement. The reverse army crawl doesn't seem to get her anywhere, so she just gets frustrated. We do think that she will love walking. She loves to stand and hold onto our fingers; she's brave enough to continue letting go and falling. I love to pull her up from sitting. Her little fit look just like she's in first position in ballet. I'll be interested to see if this child ever crawls, or if she just goes straight into walking.
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