To this:
I'd like to speak to the management, because I did not approve this change. I specifically requested that she stay tiny forever.
OK, she's still pretty small, but really...she can sit. By herself. And she can now say ba, ga, ma, and da, which gives her a larger vocabulary than half my students.
I remember when we first started doing "tummy time" at about 2 weeks...she hated it. She'd lie there and scrunch up and do what I called her beetle butt routine. (Don't ask where I get these names...they just appear in my head and won't go away. Witness her nickname: Moo. Nuff said.)
Now when I put her on the floor, she won't stay still! She hasn't managed to crawl yet, though she's getting pretty good at pushing herself backward...but she rolls everywhere. I put her on the blanket, and she rolls into the closet. I put her back and she rolls under the crib. I put her back and she rolls over and wedges herself under her changing table. She'll stay there forever, because she can play with the little drawer pulls, which provide unlimited fun and excitement for 8-month-olds.
Anyway...I'm so incredibly blessed to have an amazing child. She is quite simply the best thing I've ever done. It never ceases to amaze me that in a little over a year she went from being...well, nothing, really...to this little person with a funny, charming, sweet personality all her own. I always thought it was kind of cheesy when people talked about the miracle of life, but you have to admit that it's pretty freaking miraculous. Everything that we take for granted is brand new to her, and sometimes it's like you can see the discovery actually happen. There are times when she looks at me, or at something going on around her, and she's so intent--then you can almost hear it click for her and her face just lights up. It's so incredible to share each new discovery with her. I get so excited with each new thing she learns, yet at the same time it's bittersweet, because it's that much more independent she's just become.
I worry about being a good parent, a good mommy. I get frustrated with her sometimes--today I was frustrated because she was fussing and I didn't know why. Turned out she was hungry--Suddenly she's started wanting her dinner at like 5:00, when she used to eat at 6:30. Is this normal? I don't know. I feel like I should know. Every little thing worries me now, and it shames me when I don't know the answers. When I get frustrated I feel like a horrible mom...she's just a baby and doesn't have any other way to tell me when something is wrong!
I want to be a good mom for Charlotte, but not only that...I want to be a good person, a better person. I want to be someone she can look up to and admire. I want to be the kind of mom for her that my mom was for me, someone that she can have a wonderful lifelong relationship with. Anytime I hear about people who don't have good relationships with their mothers, it makes me a little sad because I do have such a wonderful mom--and that's the kind of mom I want to be for Charlotte.
And on that note...happy 8-Month Birthday Moo! 
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