Month by Month: 8

Month 8

Oh, my boy.   You and a young Paul Newman just do me in with those eyes.

I have to apologize for the lack of white-onsie-month-numbered pictures this post.   It seems the photos I took went into the great beyond when I allowed a certain someone to use my camera.  No names, just know they are related to you, so for that reason alone, I let them live.   I lost a few pictures, and by the time I realized it, you were over the 8 month mark.  So, we will have to make do with the Longhorn pictures for marking this milestone month.   Sigh.  

This has been the month of mobility.   Crawling started, and the cruising stage set off with a bang….or two, or three.  On the head.    As much as I fought dad on getting one of those mobile walkers, you sure do love it, and wear yourself out making zooming circles through the entryway and kitchen.   We love watching you run through the house in that thing.  We hate that it gives you access to things that you really ought not be near.   Baby proofing with your sister was a piece of cake.   Baby proofing with you is an ongoing, hourly process that seemingly will NEVER end!

Right now, your favorite pastime is to zoom through the kitchen in your walker and open every cabinet door (as far as you can with the little safety locks) one by one, and then crush my toes as you zoom back out.   I am the only mommy on the block who wears steel enforced toes to cook dinner.  At least, I think I am.

Zoom, Zoom!

I mentioned in last month’s post that you went on a little trip to Great Wolf Lodge to swim and play.   That actually took place over the weekend you turned 8 months, so it warrants a few photos in this post.   (Remember, I lost a lot of photos from this month…..work with me.)

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Halloween was a hoot with you.    We will post more on that later.   You just loved going to all the events around town and seeing kids dressed up.   You weren’t super crazy about dressing up yourself, but once you got over the whole outfit change, you were stoked to sit back and watch the show around you.  
You are up to 4, almost 5 teeth.   They are starting to really show up in pictures.    Your top two are gapped, which I think makes you look very similar to your daddy at this age.   Your eyes are getting bluer, and your hair is getting lighter.   There is not much more there, but we are starting to see an outline of a hairline.  We call it “The Ghost of Hair in the Future”.  
You love to snack, and right now the snack of choice is those Mum-Mum cake things.   Your sister is convinced it is cardboard, but you love them.   You are still digging the homemade baby foods, and avocado/mango and sweet potato/apple still win at the polls.   We have started listening to music in your room while we play, and you love the Mickey Mouse “Hot Dog” theme song.   I tried to download a clip for you to watch, but you did not seem interested.   I will say you are a booty shaker like your sister was.  
New words:
kitty  
Go, go, go!  (when you watch football with dad)
No, no, no, no, no    (when you are headed towards something you know we will tell you no about)
You also still give us a big roar when we ask you what a dinosaur says, and you make the best Chewbacca sound on command as well.   Such a good little Wookiee baby.

So there you are.  Month 8.  

P.S.   Notes from dad will be back on next month.  Promise.

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P.S.S.    After writing this post, lo and behold,  the heavens heard my cry and modern technology answered.  It appears we DO have a few of the white-onsie-month-numbered photos!   I forgot that I had snapped a few with my phone, so all is well, and life can return to normal.  

Here you are: