Eight Months!

Olivia is eight months old!  Here are some things that have happened in the past month.

She got TWO teeth!

Her hair is growing!  It's still a color that's kinda hard to describe.  Maybe it's just weird for me to think that I have a baby with light brown hair?  People ask what color her hair is, and I really don't know what to say.

She entertains us with all her funny faces.  This one earned her a new nickname...POPEYE!  She makes this face and blows little puffs of air through it, which makes her bottom lip go in and out.  Quite comical.  While we're talking about nicknames, I don't know that I've ever written them down, but she's got quite a few of them.  First, and most popular, is Ellie.  I knew this would be one from day one since it was a negotiating factor with the girls so I could name her Olivia.  Others include:  Mini Binny (when we used to think she looked just like Brynlee aka Binny), Babycakes, Ells Bells, and Bellie.

See the resemblance?  Yep, she earned that one.

She's mobile!  And into EVERYTHING!  The newspaper, magazines, or other paper left on the floor are her favorites.  The last victim was Landon's paper airplane.  I had to pull a wad of yellow cardstock from her mouth yesterday.  The airplane didn't fly so well anymore.  Shoes are another favorite, feet in them or not.  This has led me to institute the chore basket rule.  If it's left out on the floor and it's yours and mom picks it up so Ellie doesn't, then you have to do a chore to get it back.  It's been awhile since I've had to really babyproof since Trevor wasn't really a baby that got into things.  We never had a gate on the stairs because he never went near them on his own.  We've already had to rescue her a few times from certain doom...

She's still working on her Pavlovian conditioning when it comes to pulling the carbon monoxide detector out of the outlet in the wall.  She pulls...the alarm goes off.  Three times and still decides to pull it.  It's loud.  Ear piercing loud.

She's also become an escape artist which has led us to retire the Bumbo...

Funny(?...not really.) story:  We used the Bumbo as a "high chair" because we had gotten rid of the bulky one that took up too much space and basically I hated cleaning it.  It would just sit on the barstool (one that has a back and is attached to the counter).  One day she was in it, and I decided to put it on the ground since she was starting to squirm more and more in it.  I was in the kitchen and she was in the dining room (on the other side of the bar so I couldn't see her).  Landon said "Look, Ellie's getting out!"  Sure enough she was in the above position, so what did I do?  Ran to grab the camera while saying to Landon, "Make sure she doesn't fall on her head."  Two seconds later I hear a thump, followed by Ellie crying and her first nice bruise.  I felt like a loser mother...worrying more about getting a picture so I could, of course, blog about it!  Just so grateful she wasn't up on the barstool!  It didn't get put up there anymore!  The next time she did it, Rob was nearby with his phone and got the above shot.  It was the last time she was in the Bumbo and it was replaced by a booster seat with a tray where she is strapped in and the booster is strapped to the counter barstool.  Oh Miss Ellie.