My amazing copycat

Rosabelle turned 8 months old today, and she did the cutest thing ever. I was cutting my feet and finger nails behind the sofa, and she was trying hard to look at me over the nanny's shoulder when they were both seated on the playmat in front of the sofa, so the nanny carried her up.

After observing me for some time, she raised her left hand and made two fingers point out, and before we knew it, she was using her other hand to mimick my action of cutting my nails. The nanny and I burst out laughing and could not believe it, asking her to repeat the action of 'Mummy cutting nails', and she did it again. So hilarious - am so looking forward to fun times ahead if this is the mark of cute imitation skills of an 8-month-old!
As Rosabelle has been waking up early enough over the past few days, we have been spending alot of time outdoors with her friends within the yard, and it has been fun times as she enjoys watching the older children run around and shrieks with delight when I carry her to chase them. The guardians all also adore her for her friendliness and ready,dimpled smile, but she has been sticky to me and seldom allows others to carry her. The children will also share their toys, many of them bringing their toy cars/bikes down, and today, Rosabelle got 'bullied', haha!

She was happily riding astride one of the toy cars, with the nanny holding her, and me pushing the car, when an older girl came along and wanted to ride it, so she pushed Rosabelle's head to get her to come off, but ever so lightly. Rosabelle was too engrossed with the buttons on the steering wheel to know she was being bullied, and we had to quickly push the car away to avoid a confrontation. Well, I can't protect my girl forever, but luckily the push on the head wasn't too hard, or I would have scolded the naughty girl!

Today, she saw a man carrying a laptop backpack similar to Wayne's, and from the back, she thought it was her Daddy and called 'Papa', to the nanny's surprise, and we laughed when we saw that she could have mistaken someone else for Wayne.

Her affection towards us is really very sweet, like when I went up earlier this evening, leaving her and the nanny downstairs, and pushed her stroller home first. A little girl came along and wanted to play with her stroller, helping me push it to my apartment lobby. I had barely settled in at home when the nanny carried Rosabelle home, saying that she had looked on heartbroken, with her arm raised, to wave bye-bye to me, and the nanny even called me thrice to turn back and look at Rosabelle. After that, she could not rest her mind to play with the other kids anymore, thinking that her mother had abandoned her to play with another girl. Awww.... so poor thing.

Or like when she cleverly and eagerly lifts up one leg for the nanny to wear her shorts for her when the latter says it's time to get dressed and look for me downstairs (I had gone for a heavenly body massage when she was taking her afternoon nap...nice).

She should know that Daddy and Mummy also love and treasure her greatly. Happy 8 months, dearest daughter!