She rolled over for the first time on the 4th of July. Talk about a true independence day! Her brother didn't roll over on his own until he was 3 months old.
She pushed herself up on her arms and legs and rocked back and forth for about 30 seconds a few days ago.
She has been able to hold her head up on her own pretty much since day 1, but she can do it for a lot longer now.
She still hates the pacifier. She'll only take it when she's too tired to protest.
She coos. She laughs out loud. She melts your heart with her smiles. When she's angry she yells, "Gee!"
She usually gives us a 6 hour nighttime stretch of sleep. Unless you expect her to. Then she's up every 3 hours.
She's one hungry little baby.
She loves to look at her big brother. She loves to be naked. She loves to toot and poop in the tub. She's frustrating at times and she's one half of a team that makes me exhausted to the point of wanting to die, but she's my baby girl and I love her with my whole heart. It's funny to think back of my worries over not having enough love to go around. Happy 8 weeks, Savannah!