Today is a monumental day, Anna Maria is 9 months old. She is crawling, babbling, she cut two teeth last week, and is a bundle of fun. The other kids adore her. I see such a maternal instinct in both Evelyn and Mya. They really look out for her as well as their other little sisters. Peter is a proud big brother. He gets super grossed out over spit up, which is very funny, and poopy diapers are something he can do without. He does love to hold her, rock her, and he will feed her if he is asked to. The other very nice change in our lives is, I have gotten a full nights sleep for almost three days. It is finally happening, Anna Maria is really sleeping through the night. I have never had a baby that woke during the night for as long as she has. I could get all frustrated over this, but instead i see it a little differently. Anna Maria is probably my last baby, and they are babies for such a short time. Instead of being annoyed I am choosing to cherish every minute.
Wow, 9 months old, where did the time go?