ok, this is going to be a tad longer than usual, but you're eight months, you can handle it.
a few funny stories for you --
first of all, these monthly photos that oh-so-many bloggers made look like such a normal, natural thing to do?! yeah, they're tough! ridiculous really. (so, if you don't see nine month photos, i came to my senses) clearly i love taking your photo, but these monthly photos take on a life of their own. i've given myself lots of breaks: we aren't going to have a "consistent" photo; as long as they're taken within a few weeks of said monthly birthday it's ok; & today we gave up on my silly idea that a white onesie would be the one uniting force (saying that outloud makes it sound ridiculous to begin with). today i had neither a clean white onesie, nor one in your size. so, yeah, the likelihood you're even going to read this post is slim to none (i'm imagining teenage you saying, "sure mom, i'd love to spend my saturday evening reading blog posts you wrote about me as a baby" never...), but if you do, sorry. this was all a tad ridiculous.
secondly, i had this sleep deprivation brilliant (i thought hilarious) idea that we'd do a few photos in just your diaper and your dad's yankee's hat from when he was a baby. let's be honest, we love your dad & will go to great lengths to make him smile! well, they turned out to be the only photos you actually wanted to take (nice move kid, way to show me!). so my plans of getting loads of adorable photos of you in the monogrammed bloomers & ellie dress your amazing aunt lizzie & uncle nate got you? yeah, didn't so much happen.
but you know what? i LOVE these photos. these are so, so, so you my sweet girl. each & every expression! your utter joy. deep focus. look of curiosity. oh so pleased as punch with yourself. i see them in spades every day. & those two teeth? i just love them. the second to last photo perfectly captures your careful "dismount" from when you pull up on e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g. we've talked a lot about the london olympics in terms of these dismounts & coined your new nickname, gold medal ellie this month! also, it took me eight months to figure out your initials are the same as New Year's Eve, so that's fun! you might notice the little bruiser on your forehead, you're all over the place & with that comes a few bumps along the way.
mostly, what i want you to know if you do read this in some fit of bordeom one day -- is that these photos are life. sometimes (metaphorically), you're just hanging out in your ball cap & diaper happy as a lark even if that's not what was "supposed" to happen. and other days you can (metaphorically) rock your monogrammed bloomers & go show this world a thing or two. either way, your dad & i love you so very much.
we're so grateful for all the joy you bring to our lives.