Amelia is 8 months old (in four days) and even more than the Spring season she fills our lives with sunshine. It's been fun to see her experiencing the outdoors now that the weather's so pleasant. Like her brother did at her age, she loves to lay under the big maple out back and squeal at the fluttering leaves.

Amelia has funky little toes--as Bob would happily proclaim, they are just like her Mama's.

Also like her brother before her, Mia enjoys eating grass. I really hope that she doesn't have the oral fixation that Charlie still has or they'll both be in the corner chewing on crayons together before we know it.

I'm happy to report that Amelia has finally improved on the night wakings. Bob and I were forced to re-live the "crying it out" which once again was completely awful, but did seem to help. Now, our little gal goes to bed around 7pm and sleeps until 5:30 or 6am. Once she eats her early breakfast, she usually snoozes with us for a while. Once she's up for good, I sleepily grab something on my night stand for her to play with so that I can steal an extra bit of shut eye. I really should put some authentic infant toys there instead of letting her chew on my travel-sized alarm clock, but that indiglo kept her fascinated for a good twenty minutes...