A typical morning. A routine I've grown accustomed to. I've never been a really ambitious morning person, but how can you stay so sluggish when each morning you are greeted by a smiling face. A smile that seems to ask, 'What are we going to do today mom?' A smile that is ready for the adventure to begin. A smile that wants to explore the whole world with her mouth. Everything goes in the mouth.
Lately it's tags. Something about a toys tag, that is more interesting than the actual toy.
Rebecca will soon be going on eight months. I am looking forward to celebrating her very first Christmas. I wonder if we'll actually have any snow this year. A white Christmas would be nice.
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Eight months...They are so cute at Christmas at that age. Still incredibly young, but old enough to have some great "what the heck is going on looks on their face" when opening presents. Cheers!!
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