It has been a whole year since I had the
ultrasound to determine that Grace was going to be a girl. And now she is a happy, growing, fun 8 month old.
Then....
* she loved to squirm, do somersaults, kick, and flip flop. If I didn't feel this, I'd be nervous, drink OJ and she'd start right up again.
* I'll admit it. After seeing this ultrasound picture I had to get Steve to reassure me that she'd be born with eyes. All her soft tissue was still developing and wasn't being picked up with the 4d ultrasound. I was afraid she'd look like the "Scream" mask.

Now....
* she's just beginning to pull up on things. Right now, she'll pull up to her knees by herself. With help, she can pull up to her feet and hang on to something.
* she's still doing the army crawl. Every once in awhile she'll get on hands and knees and rock back and forth. Then she'll plow forward and army crawl the rest of the way.
* she looked at Steve one time and said "dada". Steve had told her if she said "dada" before "mama", he'd buy her a car when she was 16.
* she loves Baby Mum Mums. Apparently every other child in Corpus loves them too so we clear the shelves while in San Antonio.