Because the first four, eh, not so great.  The next four have been muuuuuch better.

Here were are at month eight.  Little Teagan Reese has been growing like a weed.  She’s a very healthy twenty pounds and we can’t get enough of her little chubs.

She’s been fighting a cold for the past week, it hasn’t been fun.  Lots of goopy nose days, bad nights and whining.  My thoughts are: combo teething / upper respiratory infection.  She is finishing up some antibiotics and seems to be feeling much better now.  She’s got her first bottom two teeth and I believe the first of her top teeth are making their way to the surface.

She has recently started getting up on all fours and rocking back and forth.  She’ll lunge forward and still doesn’t quite know what to do with those adorable little arms.  She has rolled everywhere she wants to go for the past few months, so, it doesn’t seem to phase her too much that she hasn’t coordinated the knee-hand motion of crawling just yet.  It’s coming.  We’re days away.

She’s my big baby.  She’s my cuddler.  She enjoys eating when we feed her.  I can honestly say we’ve ventured out this time in the baby food arena.  She’s a mixed vegetable lover.  Of course, she’ll eat anything sweet we give her.  She even still enjoys her “green” vegetables (how long will that last?!)

She adoringly stares at her big sister.  She tries to mimic her every so often.  Soon, they will be crawling around on the floor together, acting like puppies.  Well, that is, if Hailey gets her way.

I can’t tell you how my heart feels like it’s going to burst having two little girls.  Sisters.  My daughters.  My sweet babies.

Of course, they’re both daddy’s little girls, too.  Our house comes to life when he gets home each evening.  Teagan has succumbed to her daddy’s light-hearted nature.  Once he gets home, she’s all smiles.  He has this way about him.  So carefree.  He can light up a room even after the dullest day.  This is something we all need.

Eight months.  Honestly, I have just talked my way through these past eight months.  It’s no secret that Teagan was not an easy baby at first.  But now, she has gladly settled into our routine.  She’s my good napper.  She is quite happy just playing on the living room floor with her toys.  If she falls over, no big deal, just roll around and play some more.  I can’t deny that her demeanor has been exceptional.  Of course she has her moments, many of them, but don’t all babies?  I’ll take it.

Happy eight months, little Teagers.