Lily is . . .

• 8 months old.
• army crawling.
• in love with paper products and putting it in her mouth (I mean cardboard, newsprint, books, receipts, you name it! This is a daily battle in our house.)
• cutting her second tooth.
• on a regular sleep schedule and is such a good little sleeper.
• finally eating foods that did not need to be pureed to death. For a while we thought she would never eat a mashed banana. Lily was really sensitive to texture and would spit every little lump out, while I felt like all the other kids were eating prime rib.
• pulling Gwen's hair at every opportunity.
• going to have the longest lashes of anyone I know. They are already as long as mine.
• a pretty content baby and low maintenance.
• a wimp when it comes to bath time.
• into picking up and chewing the crumbs from off the kitchen floor. (I try to sweep pretty frequently.)
• a really smile-y baby. But sometimes will purse her lips together when you try to get her to smile, as if she is trying to hold it in. Tanner loves the face she makes when she does this.
• a chub-a-lub.
• a daughter of God. She and Gwen remind me everyday how lucky and blessed I am to be entrusted with such special spirits of our Heavenly Father, and how important it is that I love them as such and teach them true principles.