Eight month Facebook post

Harper Margaret is eight months old today. She crawls a little and rolls a lot. She's yet to meet a food she doesn't like, growls when you take too long to feed her, and has earned the nickname "Hungry, Hungry Harper." She rolls her right hand when she wants something and shakes her head to make me laugh. She smiles at strangers. She still takes three naps a day and sleeps 11 hours at night. She's one of those trick babies, designed to make people think parenting is easy. I know, because I had the other kind first. She feeds herself Cheerios and small pieces of fruit. She pulls Stan's hair and pokes him in the eye, but he puts up with it because she's the smallest member of our pack. Harper blows raspberries and sings to herself. If I had to wait ten years for a second baby, heaven sure sent one worth waiting for.