And then, alluffasudden, baby Vivi was eight months old. And she was babbling and pulling up to stand and getting the hang of crawling with her belly off the ground, making us all clap and laugh as she did so. And she was smiling as big as an 8 month old ever could and giggling (mostly at her daddy) and sticking her tongue out when she was reallllllly happy. And bringing so much baby girl sweetness to every single day.
Happy 8 months, V!
What's that? You're wondering what I did with Anderbug during Vivi's photo shoot?
And then we let him out. And Vivian was all like "You sure we're related, mama?"
Yep. That's your brother, V. (It says so right there on his shirt.)
And he sure does love his bubbis.