Happy Eight Months Baby Girl!

Hey Bella Baby Girl. Happy Eight Months.
It seems strange to say, but you hardly even seem like a baby anymore this month. Your dad and I find ourselves having to stop and really look at you and drink it all in; you're changing so fast.
This month you've taken a great leap ahead. In the space of the last very momentous (for everyone) last three weeks you mastered commando crawling, so decided to crawl, then stand up supported on objects (or people usually), then cruise around a room on furniture, and today, to stand completely unsupported. All, I can say is "Slow down charger, what's your hurry?!" In addition, you've added two more emerging teeth to your repertoire.
I suppose that all of these leaps ahead account for your truly abysmal sleeping schedule. Seriously kiddo, can we do the same thing just two nights in a row? We don't know what the heck is going on anymore!
This month also saw you having your first vacation with Grammy and Poppa and without mom and dad. By all reports, you were an angel, and it looks like pretty much the entire extended family came to visit you. You've proven to be very adaptable, not to mention tough. You've had many a knock on the head this month and other then hurt/accusatory looks at whomever is nearest you, you don't seem to react too much.
Well, clearly you're charging ahead to toddler hood, so keep on rockin' little one. But, if you get a moment, stop and give us one of your famous kisses once in a while(open mouth and all). We'll be the two lying on the couch in exhaustion.