Michaela Joy 8 months

Third child am I. My mom still does not take pictures of me. There are maybe two pictures of me in picture frames in the whole house. Mostly it is Grayson: Grayson as a newborn, Grayson as a 3 month old, 6 months, eating, rolling over, taking a breath....I think his every move was captured on film. Me, not so much. Mom is too busy running after the older two to remember to get out her camera. Sigh. Poor me. In fact, that is why I am SO LOUD. I have to remind her that I am here and not too leave me alone. I hate being left alone; I want to be in the center of the action, AT.ALL.TIMES. I scream until I get there. Therefore, I get my way and mom carries me around A.LOT. I love it....but I refuse to give her even the slightest cuddle; there is too much to see when I am up high.  I think mom is having some mommy guilt about the picture thing because she snapped several pictures of me; but I refuse to smile at a camera. You see, I'm the third child, and I am in charge here.

Bubby and Sissy are trying hard to get me to smile:

Did I mention that I don't sit still? In fact, a lady at swim lessons today asked mommy, "does she ever sit still?"

I am not a fan of my bow.

I love my bubby the most.  He likes to play peek a boo with me.  My first word was "bubby." I have called him twice intentionally.  Mommy is really upset about that one.

Have I mentioned that I don't like to sit, but like to stand?