Dear Turtle: 8 months

There are moments when I look at you and you look exactly like your sister. So much so that I, literally, stop and lose my breath.

Then you tilt your head one way and those ears of yours give you away.

Or you smile.

Oh, your smile.

Your smile is 100% completely your own. It's this beautiful smile that lights your entire face up and you, again, leave me breathless.

This past month you've increased your speed in crawling. It's ridiculous how fast you are. I put you down and the next second you've disappeared into the kitchen to knock around the dog bowl or crawl around under the kitchen table.

You've also mastered the art of climbing through the swinging door baby gate. If I dare leave it open, you are up and over it in a heartbeat.

Oh, and the TV, you've fallen in love with it. You motor over to it and pull yourself up to poke at the buttons which gives me a heart attack every time.

Your teeth (tooth?) count is up to four and you have the most adorable gap between your top two teeth. So sweet... but the biting while nursing is no fun, could you maybe give that up? Please?

You delight at everything your sister does and you tolerate her, even when she insists on covering you in towels or blankets.

You are so amazing, thank you for putting up with her crazies.

If you could just master the whole 8 hour sleeping at night thing, we'd be in there like swim wear.

I love you so much Turtle... so damn much.

Thank you for coming along.

Love,
Mommy