But let's be honest, Halloween for a baby isn't really that exciting. We - the camera-toting parents (yes, I'm one of them)- dress them up for the photo op. They all seem a little uncomfortable and somewhat annoyed by it. They can't trick or treat because they can't walk and they have no idea how to ring a door bell. Most importantly, they can't eat candy. We let Grace touch it and she seemed to enjoy the crunchy paper wrappers. And her Dad ate enough for both of them.
Grace is on her way to biting into her first Reeses. She just got her first two teeth. We knew it was coming... with the slight increase in fussiness and the large increase in drool. It is truly amazing how much drool one small human can produce. Her first two teeth are on the bottom, right in the center. I think they already make her look different.
Grace also felt snow for the first time. The only good thing about snow in October was seeing her expression as we touched the snow to her face. We bundled her up in her beautiful new snowsuit and plopped her on the front lawn. The neighborhood kids pulled her around on a red sled. Grace just looked somewhat confused. Dad will explain the whole snow thing to her someday soon.
And Grace also turned eight months. I have no idea where the time has gone. I looked down at her and can barely recall the smushy little infant that weighed just 7 pounds 11 ounces at birth. Now, she's pushing 25 pounds, 27 inches and thinks she can walk.
At eight months, she's really starting to find her voice. She's loud and, at times, demanding. I think she's developing her leadership skills and maybe inner diva. She loves to make funny sounds, like her Dad. I guess I deserve a loud, chatty, babbling baby. My Dad fondly described me as having the "Carrie disease." The diagnosis was that I never stopped talking. I really didn't. Now, Grace "talks" all the time and comes closer and closer to saying real words. I swear the other day she looked at me and said "Ma, ma, ma." I cannot wait until she says it for real.
Or maybe I can wait. In fact, I want to wait. I want to hang onto and enjoy every second from now until the next milestone... the next moment of amazement. I just hope the memory box in my mind is big enough.
