Eight months, eight months, eight months. This month, only a few days in, is already shaping up to be my favorite so far. I swear she went to bed a tiny baby and woke up the next morning a little person. Babbling and now crawling all over the place. It is awesome. I am so fortunate to be this little lady's mom.
Today we went to Descanso Gardens -yes, another garden because the weather was perfect- to take some photos of her eight month old self.
Ten minutes of walking around and she knocked out in her stroller.
So I parked it next to this place.
Then sat by myself reading, looking through Instagram and generally just enjoying the view, while she slept for an hour clutching her favorite toys.
After her nap and a milky snack we spent some more time wandering around.
I'm pretty sure that she wanted to put every single flower we saw in her mouth.
Clio could not have been more excited to be let loose on the grass to play.
While taking photos a nice man with an even nicer camera (Canon 5D, sigh, I want you) offered to take a shot of us together. But Clio would not cooperate. She just wanted to rub her face in the grass.
That's my girl.