In my mind it is still August. I don't know what has happened to life. It is zooming by in flashes.
Molly is now 7+ months old.
She started crawling 2 weeks ago, got her first tooth on her 7 month birthday, and she can stand on her own for a few seconds. She bounces on her knees, gets bed head, and knows who and where Fletcher is. I can't keep up with her. She is a very busy girl with lots to do. Toys must be played with, magazines must be ripped, laps must be made around the kitchen island, and every inch of the house must be explored while jabbering and/or screeching. She will kiss on the lips, hug tightly, and crinkle her nose which of course is just the sweetest.