Oh Sunshine Girl, you are eight months old.  How is that possible?

Truly, you are the sweetest baby I know.  The only negative is that you like us to walk around when we hold you.  If that is the worst thing I can say about you, then I am pretty lucky.  And I am smart enough to appreciate just how sweet you are.

The other day I called you my princess and someone said not to call you that because one day you would expect to be treated like a princess.  And then boys wouldn’t like that.

Sweet girl, if me calling you princess meant that one day you would require all men to treat you as one then I will never stop calling you that.  Here’s the thing, you deserve to be treated as a princess and I never want you to accept anything less than that from anyone.

It’s a scary world out there and quite frankly, your father and I are freaked out when we think about you growing up.  Yes, we have some time.  We hope to teach you right from wrong, that you stay the sweet girl that you are, but I want you to always have enough respect for yourself that you don’t accept crap from anyone, especially a boy.

Yes, I finally gave you some cereal.  You seem to like it.  And the ladies at the gym gave you cheerios just yesterday.  Interesting, they have given all my children cheerios before I do!  You are army crawling, and this gets you all over the place.

But the best thing from this month?  The other night you sort of said Momma!!!  You’ve been saying “hi” in a grunt tone for a while, but this was new.  You are so special, my dear girl.  I love you so much!