Happy 8th Month Birthday, Laurel

Happy Birthday, Laurel! You're sniffling in your pack n play right now, asleep but restless. My fault for letting you stay up too late. Or maybe it's because I put you to sleep in our room, and you miss your monkeys. It's 79 degrees at midnight, and most definitely hotter than that in our house, so we turned on the AC in our bedrooms.

I remember seeing an eight month old baby at the neighborhood Christmas party. Laurel was maybe about 5 weeks old. I thought he looked giant. I couldn't imagine having to tote around a baby that big. And now she is.