Seven Month Old Girl

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:

Peanut

Nuggs (Nuggies, Nugget, P Nug)

Little A

A.G.P.

Cooper (I have no idea where this came from, but it's the one I use most)

Coop, Coop-Ma-Goop

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.