Andrey Grace is seven months already. Before I know it she will be one. I'm already gathering ideas for her birthday party. It's been a wonderful seven months, full of love, poop, spit-up, cuddling, and more.
Andrey is pretty laid back. She usually goes with the flow. I feel like she is patient (which she did not get from me). I had her sitting in this bucket for 20 minutes before she started to fuss.
She has a ridiculous amount of nicknames. Here are a few:
Nuggs (Nuggies, Nugget, P Nug)
Cooper (I have no idea where this came from, but it's the one I use most)
Sweet P. (not pea)
Nate mentioned the other night we should probably start calling her Andrey. Otherwise, she's going to be quite confused.
She is a bit behind on her milestones, but we were told to expect that with her being a preemie. She smiles like crazy, laughs, blows spit bubbles, smacks her lips and screams a lot.
She pulls wads of my hair out, wants to stand all the time, kicks and kicks, soaks her clothes in drool, eats like a champ, bounces in her jumper with unmatched glee and lights up when she sees her doggie.
She grabs anything in her sight, including the attention of people in public. I can't go out without someone commenting on her. Usually it's something like "look at those cheeks, she must be well fed". To which I want to reply, "look at your butt, you must be well fed". But instead I choose to say "yep, she's eating Crisco out of the can".
I'm truly taken with this little girl. God has shown me the unconditional love of a mother. I find that because of her I want to be a better person, friend, daughter and wife. Her life is a gift. I can't believe all we went through to get her here, but I would go through it all over again to have her.
Mommy loves you little one.