8 Months

We've survived 8 months.  Wow.

It's been a crazy busy month - lots of fun visits with our far flung family members and friends.  And all of a sudden, all of these milestones are clicking by in the blink of an eye.  GHC is crawling, pulling up on furniture, and most impressively, she's TALKING (she is my child after all).  And her first word:  MAMA!!  (Swoon!!)  No lie - she says it deliberately and clearly.  It is awesome.

Once again, I'm pressed for time, so the creative juices aren't really flowing.  But for the sake of not having all the same photos up on the blog, here are some new guys.

Blue Steel.  "What is this?  A center for ANTS???  ... The building, it has to be... at least THREE times bigger than this!"

Snoozing in her new rizide.  Nothing special about this photo, but look at those long legs!!

Pulling up and standing!  I gotta get one of these for my house -- Grandma and Grandpa had THREE of these at their house for GHC!  The theme of Thanksgiving week:  grandparent insanity.

Hanging out in Costco!  Saving money by buying $200 worth of ridiculous crap is the BEST!  Also, this is the point in the blog entry when THC would make some lame comment like, "I got your USDA choice beefcake right here," and kiss his biceps.

GHC's new cousin Tyler!  Recently adopted from Kazakhstan.  I wonder if he knows Borat.

Chilling with Uncle Dr. T.  Be nice to this guy, and he might buy you a Bentley.