Isla celebrated 8 months of life (outside of the womb) yesterday, and while it definitely has flown by, so much has happened during the last 244 days. Eight months is also the length of time that you are aware that you’re pregnant, and ohmygosh just thinking about how long that is makes me want Isla to be an only child!

This is a really fun age, as Isla’s personality is definitely apparent now. While she used to steal her pacifier from my mouth and put it in hers, she now takes it, looks at it, then puts it right back. She even gives all of her food to Belle while in her high chair – so clearly she will forever be a good sharer. Right? Ha. Wishful thinking.

So, what are some things that make Isla laugh? Peek-a-boo in the sheets when I’m making the bed and she’s still in it, tickling her underarms and feet, filling my cheeks with air and clapping her hands over my mouth to blow it all out – she loves this!, silly voices and my cheerleading jumps (never fails!). Isla laughs and laughs every morning when we do our dance routine to Uptown Funk. She also giggles uncontrollably when she watches videos of herself giggling uncontrollably, which makes me… yeah, you got it – giggle uncontrollably.

Things that Isla loves? Food. Yup, just like her parents! Isla loves sweet potatoes, avocados, berries, rusks, puffs, dried mango and Plum Organics purees. She loves reading before bed and bathtime. She loves going on runs with me (and sleeping the whole time), as well as doing errands during the week. She is obsessed with the Life Time Fitness day care, and has made a few ‘friends’ who are consistently there at the same time as her. She loves getting her feet licked by Belle and walking with her cart and getting pushed on her bike.

Things that Isla hates? Going to bed. What? She was doing so well for the past few months, but as of the last two weeks, she cries and cries and cries. I think it has to do with separation anxiety that is prevalent at this age. She also hates the sound of packing tape (a lot), as well as getting her diaper changed or getting put in the car seat when she’s hungry.

Every night I pray for Isla, and I get excited as I tuck myself into bed, just thinking about seeing her in the morning. It’s so cheesy and cliche, but seeing her tiny little face every day makes me the happiest human alive.