In Seattle, the little lady turned 9 months. I was very glad to see 8 months go because it was rough. I don't know what happened but we lost our sleeping baby and she was replaced by hell baby. She basically forgot how to sleep. And when you don't sleep you are cranky and then you don't eat and then you are hungry and you cry and whine and its a bad cycle.
Maybe it was the arrival of the Madrid heat, all of her new skills she learned or just being stubborn, but it's been hard to say the least. She also developed a huge attachment to her mother and separation anxiety is rough. But as they say it to shall pass. Right??!!
But she is still the cutest when she is not whining and crying. She did learn to clap, wave and dance so that was fun to teach her and then watch her do it. She has become quite the dancer and loves "Blurred Lines" by Robin Thicke and Macklamore songs. She just shakes and jumps and has a crazy look in her eye but its cute. She loves walking with the assistance of daddy and she pulls up on everything but still not sure about standing on her own. Everyone said she would be walking at 9 months but after seeing her never want to stand on her own I feel like I got a few good months left. And of course she flew on her first plane and went to America. It doesn't get much better than that!! In one month she swam in the Mediterranean and put her feet in the Pacific Ocean. What a lucky kid!!