My Merit Fey,
You're not really 8 months old, are you? Time is going by almost as quickly as you are crawling these days! The past month started in Abilene. On your 7 month birthday, just after getting over your first cold, you got tonsilitis. It was incredibly sad and pitiful, but I loved how you wanted to be held all day.
You have changed a lot over this past month and are learning something new constantly. Your daddy and I love your little personality. You talk to us...and to your toys...and to the TV...and to the mirror...like you are carrying on a conversation. You say "mama" and "dad-dee" (in the sweetest whisper voice on the "dee" part). When we say "Hiiiii", you'll imitate us in a long Texas drawl, and you always smile and raise your eyebrows as you do. You are so friendly (must be the Texan in you). Your new favorite noise to make is "ooOOOooh" like you are admiring whatever it is you are seeing. We'll be moving to another apartment soon, and when we went to see it, you said that cute little "ooOOOooh" in every new room we took you.
(this video isn't all that exciting, but you can hear Merit's new fave sound towards the end...sorry about the tv noise...)
Since before you were born, I have been praying that you are blessed with good friends your age to "grow up" with wherever we may be along the way. Here are a couple of answers to my prayers...
you and Lily playing in your pj's
I can already tell you want to be like your daddy. You have a toy guitar that you absolutely adore, and one of your favorite things to do lately is reach up and strum the strings on your Daddy's guitar. (This is usually followed by a "Mer Merrrrrr, that's a no-no" from me or your Daddy.)
Speaking of your Daddy, he has the magic touch when it comes to putting you to sleep these days. I will rock you and sing to you and drive you around in the car all day to get you to take a nap. It only takes being with your Daddy for a few minutes and you are peacefully asleep. I don't know how he does it.