Miss E is eight months old today.
She's still roughly 16 pounds, according to my unscientific bathroom scale method of weighing myself with and without her in my arms. She comfortably wears size 6-9M clothes, though she still wears some 6M as well. (She actually is wearing Carter's handed-down Halloween pajamas, which were almost too big for him at four months old, but she fits them just fine at eight months.)
She is wearing a size 3 diaper when she wears disposables, but I've switched to mostly cloth. She wears disposables at night, and sometimes if we're running errands all day (like last Saturday's zoo trip), or if I have run out of clean cloth liners. (I have 12 liners, which doesn't quite last two days. I wash them every other day.)
Her eyes are still blue and her hair is starting to come in. People in public are always commenting on how smiley and happy she is.
She isn't quite crawling, but is really close. She has done a backwards army crawl a couple times, but hasn't figured out how to do it
on purpose. She pulls herself up into a sitting position and is trying to pull herself onto her feet. When she sits on the hardwood floor, she uses her arms to scoot/spin herself around.
She nurses every 3-4 hours, and eats three meals of pureed/chopped foods per day. She sleeps about 11-1/2 hours at night, but usually wakes twice in that time. We're working on getting both kids to sleep through the night. :)
She's still a mama's girl all-around. Oh, and I swear, one day, she was laying on the changing table, looked at her brother and said "Carter." That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
