Eleanor is such a beautiful, happy baby.
She is super smiley (especially for mommy) and loves attention from her brothers but she sometimes plays shy with people, dropping her eyes and hanging her head.
She’s quite attached to mommy already, so much that we are having a hard time making the switch to a new mom’s club at a different gym (I think it’s the extra noise and I’m hoping she lets me workout soon).
I think we are on our way to another early walker – for a couple of weeks Eleanor isn’t staying put on her mat, rolling over all the time, pulling herself forward on the wood floor toward toys. At this rate she might out-walk Oliver (8.5 months) and Emery (9.5 months).
Last weekend we were in Halifax, waiting for a table at boston pizza. While scanning the room I kept noticing a man staring at Eleanor. Not that unusual because people notice babies all the time but he eventually came over, wide-eyed, and said, “I don’t mean to be forward but I noticed your baby and wanted to tell you that she is just … striking!”. I agree wholeheartedly, of course.