8 months buddy. EIGHT MONTHS. You're practically a little adult at this point. I feel like Grams Joy right now who was constantly saying "this is my favorite age!" when your Uncle RJ and I were growing up. But I think this might be my favorite age. You're getting really independent (case in point: right now you're sitting on the floor playing with a water bottle- why do we buy you toys- while your Dad is watching TV and I'm typing this) and able to play by yourself. It seems like you're always learning new things, but at the same time, I can't pinpoint the new things because once you learn them it seems like you've always known them.
You aren't quite ready to crawl yet- except backwards. You've been pushing yourself backwards so I guess we'll need to work on getting you to go forward. We've started giving you Puffs and giving you formula and juice in a sippy cup. But it seems like your verbal skills are improving too. You're constantly "talking" to the cat and you have a buddy at daycare that you talk to and hang out with. You're finally fitting into your six month clothes- and I have a feeling you'll be outgrowing them VERY soon.
You're still just so, so sweet. You used to get cranky when you were hungry or tired and now it isn't even that often. Your favorite place to fall asleep is on me, and though I never get anything done, I wouldn't change it for the world. There will be plenty of time to clean later in life, right? You're forever flirting with the ladies that you see (you seem to be a brunette man) and will throw smiles at anyone who looks your way. Your nighttime routine is something I look forward to every day. We give you cereal at 7:30 and by 8 you're in the tub playing. (Your favorite "toy" is the giant Pittsburgh Pirates cup- to each his own, I suppose.) After your bath as we get you dressed for bed, we set you on the changing table and you get all your pterodactyl screams out, and we tickle you and laugh and laugh and laugh. About five minutes later, you're fast asleep on my chest.
EVERY SINGLE TIME we go out we have someone stop us and ask if you're always that happy and well-behaved. Thankfully we can say yes. We even took you to a very loud Oktoberfest this past weekend and you didn't whine once and you were fine with being passed from stranger to stranger. You're alright, kid. And we're so damn proud of you.
Y O U L O V E
+ The cat + Knocking toys over (Godzilla!)
+ Screaming and laughing after bath time
+ Bath time
+ Pterodactyling (your high pitched scream)
+ Drinking water out of straws
+ Drinking out of cups far too big for you
+ Being outside
+ Falling asleep on me
+ Being tickled
+ All electronics
Y O U D O N ' T L O V E
+ Getting your ears cleaned
+ Green beans
+ Shoes and socks
+ Getting dressed
+ Things taken away from you
+ Modern Impressionist paintings (or at least that's what Dad thinks)
We love you, Mom and Dad
Weight: 18 lbs. Height: 25 in.