My little chunk of love is one solid baby. She's still all baby, pretty much still completely bald, but with a patch of hair in the back. She has some hair. Sort of. Her eyelashes make up for any lack of hair though, they are long and fluttery and beautiful.
She loves pushing cars around as she crawls.
She has no desire to walk. Every now and then, she seems like she is going to stand up on her own in the middle of the floor, but then says Nope, and instead crawls as fast as she can to her next destination.
She eyes whatever anyone else is eating and will yell until she gets some of it.
Loves strawberries like nobody's business.
Does her own sign for shoes and banana, cat, dog, Mommy, Daddy. Has her own sounds for Dada, cat, dog, TJ, Mama every now and then. Definitely has a set of lungs and is not afraid to express herself.
One of my favorite heart-melting moments is when we are in the car and stopped at a red light or arrive at our destination. I turn to look at her and smile at her. Her face lights up and a big grin takes over her face. It's very sweet.