I sit here on the eve of your eight month birthday in your Pottery Barn Kids chair, and I am again thinking, How are you eight months old? This will be standard practice until the day I die, I'm sure.
This stage is fun. HARD. But fun. When I say hard, I mean for all of us! You have accomplished so many milestones from 7-8 months that I can't believe it's only been over the course of a month. You have two teeth, you crawl like a champ, you pull yourself up to standing, you say 'babababa', and who knows what else I'm missing. We can't leave you alone for two seconds. NOT TWO SECONDS. You will hurt yourself. You just will. You will fall into something, eat something, break something. You're so fast. Tonight you spent some time chomping on celery, throwing around DVDs, and hitting your cheek hard on a large decorative vase. You're wearing us out, and it's just the beginning.
Everyday is something new, something fun, and something amazing to watch. You are a special little (high needs) guy, who still hasn't quite mastered sleep and whose mom isn't quite ready to stop feeding you at least once a night. I wouldn't be sleeping that much either if I were going through all these changes. You'll get it. We'll get there. In the meantime I'll watch your big grin, so happy with the world and the attention, so happy when we sing "The Wheels on the Bus", your little language you speak to the dogs, and your screams of joy.
We may need to start investing in some bigger pants. It's always an adventure to see what you're wearing when I come home, and your pants are getting a little shorter ;) You wear between 9-12 month stuff, mostly the latter. Although you have a few 18 month stuff that you can fit into. I think you're about 20 pounds and probably pushing 30 inches, although that's a very loose guess. We'll go back in March for you 9-month appointment. You've been eating (obviously) like a champ. On the menu lately: spinach, blueberries, zucchini, lots of bananas and avocados, melon, sweet potatoes, green beans, the usual. You haven't met a food you don't like :) You are still nursing but we've also had to give you formula. I just haven't been able to pump what you need. I'm okay with it, because stressing about it was not helping.
We are so proud to be your mama and dada.
