8 is great.
Our little buttercup is still a rock star and our 8th month contained a lot of firsts. Mama went away for the first time to a conference in Chicago for four days. I missed my baby and her daddy like crazy but they were somehow able to survive without me :) And what a great welcome home present - Sloane's first tooth! Later that weekend my grandma Virginia came up from Texas. It was great to have her visit and for Sloane to spend time with her great grandma! We tried some new foods, including ice cream. Sloane couldn't get enough of it. Our girl is a smiling and giggling fool. We can, and do, spend hours doing anything silly to make her laugh. The silly dances, funny faces, weird voices...I have no shame when it comes to entertaining Sloane and neither does John.
There were some other firsts, but they aren't quite as joyous. For the first time (at least the first time to my knowledge), I almost killed Sloane. Maybe that's a bit dramatic but in an attempt to sooth my crying baby I pulled a stuffed animal out of her toy chest for her to play with. It was dark and I didn't see the cardboard tag that was still attached. The good news is that a#1. Sloane's "I'm choking" cough is much different from her regular cough, b#2. I know that I can effectively execute the "swipe and clear" so often talked about in baby classes, and c#3. never again will a toy enter Sloane's room with a tag on. On a lighter note, Sloane got me back just a few days later when I held her little naked body for a little to long while adjusting the temp of her bath water and she promptly peed all over me and the kitchen floor. We were late to the party that night and now the diaper stays on until its time to get into the bath. And a week later she puked all over me. It's amazing something so gross can come out of someone so cute.
Each day is a new adventure and we are so truly, madly, deeply in love with our girl.