Dear Eleanor Jane,
Today you are eight months old. As you've become so good at showing us, you are "so big!" I haven't written you a note in a few months thanks to one of your new abilities - mobility. Your last note coincided with our last few days of the blissful and serene life as we knew it.
You are a constant whirl of energy. I see those blue eyes of yours light up, and I know it's only a minute before you're tearing across the room to make a new discovery. You are so good for me. I am always too cautious about life. I think and re-think every move I make. Not you, my dear. You dive right in - head first - laughing joyfully all the way.
I love your curiosity. I love your smiles. I love the way you sound like a baby pterodactyl when you get super excited. I love the rare moments you slow down enough to get sleepy and let me snuggle you close and smell your sweet head. You are deliciously darling.
