A Game of Spoons.

This is Ella.  She is 8 months old today.

Ella LOVES her spoon.

If you take Ella's spoon, this is how she feels. 

Even if she still wants to eat, you cannot take her spoon.  It's a delicate game of spoons at our dinner table.  We need one to eat with, one to chew on, and one to throw on the floor.  Whoever sheds the most crocodile tears first, wins.

She wins. 

Also, Ella can roll from front to back, back to front, fireplace to table, under chairs to any exposed outlet.  She gets up as if to crawl but really it's just to wiggle a bit and lay back down.  Ella also LOVES to say dadadadadadada, glare/stare/talk to Elmo, chew on Puffs, watch her brother do just about anything, get whiplash following dogs and cats around our or the Ellsworth's house, and sleep from 7:30 to 7:30.  If she wants to, she can wave bye bye.  And do the twisty turny dance in her exersaucer.  Her favorite lullaby is Baby Mine and the WSU fight song.