My sweet boy, eight months!? How can this be? Two-thirds the way through your first year on this earth and the wonderful moments with you continue to fill our lives with joy and laughter. You are BUSY! Sitting still is no longer an option, you have way too much to explore and learn. You have done a little hand-and-knee crawling in the past few days but mostly you rely to your "inchworming technique", as I call it. You only crawl long enough to reach the couch, coffee table, etc., then it is up to a standing position and taking steps. I am sure you will be walking sooner than we are ready for, uh-oh! You are getting better at the maneuver I refer to as "the bailout". After a few bumps, you are starting to learn how to fall on your butt instead of your head, a quick learner! It is so much fun watching you hit these milestones, but I am acutely aware of how fast your first birthday is approaching and that is both exciting and TERRIFYING. I see you changing from a baby into a toddler, you are so smart and sweet and loving. I adore spending time with you, our days at home together are so precious and wonderful. Your Dad and I do our best to make the most out of our weekends together as a family. Today was a beautiful day, we slept in (after your initial early wake up call), then we ate breakfast together - you loved Mama's homemade cinnamon nutmeg waffles. We turned on some music on the patio went swimming. You LOVE the pool, such a water baby! Then we laid around and relaxed, did mostly nothing except watch a movie and spend time together. Then your Daddy BBQ'd and we sat on the patio for some fresh air. We ate dinner together at the table, you are now a confirmed fan of couscous though in truth more ended up in your diaper than in your mouth. After a shower I read you a book and rocked you to sleep. Today was simply wonderful! You are very vocal these days, a lot of "Mama", "Dada", and "baba". I have noticed a change over the past month and we are pretty sure you now know that "Mama" is Mama and "Dada" is Dada now, so heartwarming! The sleeping situation has seemed to plateau. You go down in your crib to start the night and somewhere in the early hours you request our company, to which we oblige, sleep at any cost! I am convinced you will be in our bed until you are not nursing anymore, your Dad is convinced you will be in our bed until you are at least 5. Either way we are glad we invested in a California King bed. I hang off the edge of my side, your Dad hangs off his side, and you sleep/squirm/kick/pinch/turn/flip in a perpendicular direction between the two of us. There is a new sheriff in town! After your first two teeth busted through at 4 months I was sure more would soon follow. This past week all four top teeth have broken through, four at once - yikes! This too shall pass, ever so quickly. I am looking forward to seeing what month eight brings, sweet babe of mine!
Today, you are eight months old.
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