She zonked 3/4 of the way through her breakfast - the spoon was on the way to her mouth. I couldn't stop giggling. Look how sweet she looks.
Lately she wants me to hold and rock her until she falls asleep. I really don't mind - she rarely lets me do it. She buries her face into the crook of my arm and snuggles in close. I can't get enough of those Eliza loves.
Yikes! She's 8 months old today.
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