Too fast

The last month has shimmied past far too quickly.
Emma is 8 months. This is incredibly exciting.

Santa is on his way.

I taught myself how to crochet recently. Poor kid is going to get stuck with these headbands for the rest of her life.

... And Emma is getting to everything. In the same day she pulled herself up on the television, began waving, clapping, and fed herself an entire bottle (I've always had to hold it for her). We've had a lot of adventures lately, lots of gatherings leading up to Christmas, a lot of shopping excursions and more excursions. Life is going too fast.

She and Sophie the puppy have a great bond forming. The pup will get in her face, which annoys her. So Sophie will walk away as Emma screams, and Emma will then get upset and/or chase after the dog to pull her tail. (Because THAT makes sense, right?!) It's never-ending in our home- one of us is constantly saying, "Sophie, leave the baby alone!" or "Emma, leave Sophie alone!!" I would pay big money to have a bubble around each of them so they couldn't mess with each other. I think a vacation is needed from puppies AND babies.