Harper. 8 months old.

Terribly slack.

Poor little Harper.

You are now 8 (and a bit) months old, my littlest friend.

I can't remember how life was before you arrived. You fit in perfectly.

Such a happy girl, so utterly deliciously cute.

You say Mumma now. And Bubba. And Dadda. And Isla. You clever chook.

You love to be outside, eating the grass, no less. You love your vegies, actually, you love anything that can be eaten.

You finally have your own room. What a joy. I miss having you at the foot of my bed, but it seems you're too cool to fret about poor old Mum. We lost your cot bolts when we moved, your mattress is on the floor, we tried you in the portacot, but your mattress didn't fit. We were worried about you wriggling and getting stuck.

I found you this morning on the floor. And you laughed.

You can almost crawl, my sweet little love.

Love you more than the stars in the sky, Harry High Pants. xx

Harper. 7 months old.

Hello Baby.

You are still oh so sweet. Every day you smile more, and my heart snuggles you in that little bit closer.

Today we went for 6 month needles (I know, a month late) and I say we, because the Dr insisted I have a Whooping Cough booster too.

All went well, she barely cried.

Weighed and measured, 7.9kgs and 69cms long. Only 700gram gain in 2 months.

Still super cute though.

Babbles a LOT now, says Iyah (for Isla) and Dada - damn it, not mumma. Also says "Ha-ba" which we think is her effort for Harper.

Loves her vegies. Was still on the anti-reflux formula until the Dr today suggested I take her off it and see how she goes.

Harry High Pants

You are just too cute, my littlest princess.

I've just gone back to work, and Harp is just learning to get on without me. It's been very hard for her, but now the tears are less frequent. Joy.

She's settling for her Nana, and for her Daddy when I'm not here.

Last night, for Mum's birthday we went to her favourite little Vietnamese restaurant. The owner asked if he could hold Harp, and we said, "Sure, but she'll scream". He took her and sat across the restaurant with her, and she smiled and laughed. He passed her to a waitress. Harp was a dream! She went through about 5 sets of hands before coming back to us, where they told us, "HE's a beautiful little boy". huh?

We said she was a girl and one waitress turned to the other staff and said, "See, I told you she was too pretty to be a boy!".

So, my little friend, you're getting better with people. Now to get you liking the car...

Harper. 6 months old.

Happy Half Birthday Harper-potamus.

Still super-cute. Still sleeping all night long. Still love your cuddles.

Lots of new things now, I swear Harp says "Isla" - it comes out more like, "I-yah" which is exactly how Isla used to say it. So cute, will give it a little longer before we claim it as her first word. Coincidentally, Isla's first word was also Isla.

Harp has just learnt to sit on her own these past two weeks. So clever. Utterly bizarre to see her sitting up on her own, little Isla still can't sit that way. In lots of ways (more physically than anything) it's like Harp is my first child. All the developmental milestones that she's reached that Isla never did, or did much later.

Almost outgrown her bassinette. I say this all the time. I have absolutely no idea where the bolts are for Isla's old cot. Isla hasn't been in her cot since 2006 - I have no idea where to start looking. Maybe I should just buy a new one? Either way, she's trying to roll over in there and it's not happening, I'm a tad concerned that she's going to topple the whole thing over. Yikes.

Little Harper, love you lots.

Harper. 5 months old.

Miss Harper, 5 months on. My beautiful little girl. You're such a delight.

This weekend we're celebrating Harper's Naming Day with a High Tea.

Hopefully she'll be awake for the ceremony and not completely covered in vomit.

She had her 4 month needles a week or two ago. Weighed and measured too. Dr asked how she was feeding, I said on Anti Reflux formula yet she still throws up a LOT. He took one look at her and said, "well, obviously that's not a problem for her" in reference to her sizeable cheeks.

7.18kgs - almost exactly half of her 4 year old sister's weight. 64cms long. Utterly adorable.

Still sleeping through the night, a few nights last week after the injections were a bit awful, but I can't complain. Still being wrapped, I am dreading the time when we can no longer wrap, thinking about trying to wean her off it now, but don't like my chances - if it ain't broke, don't fix it, right?

Full of smiles and chuckles, lots of pitching and squealing. Trying to teach her to say Mummmmm with no luck yet. This week, Harp has learnt to put her binkie back in her mouth when she spits it out. Hooray. Now to teach her how to do it in the dark of night.

Most of her beautiful long hair fell out a few months back, leaving the most bizarre bald ring around the back of her head. Still has the remnants of her most awesome faux-hawk in shades of it's former glory, now nothing more than a few pesky long hairs standing up like a cockatoo, high above the new baby fuzz that's grown in and now about 1cm long.

As I write this, Harp is happy swinging away in her, um, swing. We're going through a pack of Heavy duty D batteries a week with the amount of use the swing gets. Best $200 I ever spent. It's the only place she'll have her day sleeps, there or in my arms. I choose the swing.

Love you little Harry-High-Pants.

Oops.

haven't forgotten this place, honest. I just seem to be so busy with Isla and little Harper that I just don't find the time to post about my littlest Princess.

Little Harper is 4 months now, I cannot believe it. This time last year I was only just getting over the fact that I was actually pregnant (after 19 months of TTC). As I write this now, she's asleep in her rocker, which seems to be her favourite sleeping spot at the moment.

Still a wonderful sleeper, there's probably only been 5 times since NYE 2008 that she hasn't slept through the night. Usually goes down around 7pm and wakes anywhere from 5-7am. BLISS!

No idea what size clothes she's in. Some things that are 000 fit, somethings 00 fit. Hard to work it all out. We weighed her at the hospital the other day, 6.65kgs :) She's having between 5-6 180mL bottles each day.

She's mastered rolling from front to back (sometimes helped along by losing balance!) and can *almost* roll from back to front, just.can't.quite.get.there. Picks up toys with her feet and brings them up to her hands. Thinks her hands are the most fascinating thing ever.

Lots of giggles and smiles, although still a very serious little person. She's lost most of her beautiful dark spikey hair, and now has a long tuft on the top of her head and long bits at the back of her neck (terrible description) but still incredibly cute.

Isla simply adores her. It's so beautiful, lots of kisses and cuddles, helps get binkies, tells me "I'll look after her Mum" when I need to make a bottle or do something else.

Her naming day is April 26th. I've bought her the cutest navy and white dress and bloomers to wear. We're having a High Tea - can't wait.