Dear Katie Beth,
(Or "Spazzy Beth" as your Daddy likes to call you)
"Go big or go home" seems to be your motto. I do believe I've mentioned before that you are very vocal when displeased or having your diaper changed or being removed from whatever danger zone you are playing in. Vuh-uh-ery vocal.
But other people tell us all the time what a happy baby you are, and have we ever seen such a big smile. They are so right because when your world is good, it's oh so good. You scrunch up your nose, squeal, flap and gummy grin your heart out.
This has been a big month developmentally...you started waving, clapping, and taking your first tentative steps on your own. Maybe the raspberries you're constantly blowing are helping you along, like a little motorboat.
Here you are showing off your arsenal of tricks!
You still have no teeth, but it seems that they must be getting close...
finger in one side, medicine top in the other...ahhhhh.
You had such a fun trip to the beach, and we just know we have a little beach bum on our hands!
Very soon, we'll celebrate your first birthday. It was around this time last year that you were first showing your independence by refusing to turn in my belly the way you were supposed to. Now you show it by speed crawling back to whatever hazard we've removed you from, preferring to feed yourself chunks of table food over being spoonfed, and playing so hard with Ben that you've made his nose bleed!
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