My sweet boy - you are eight months old. Eight. As in 2/3 of a year. I want to laugh and cry when I think about how fast you are growing up. Laugh because two young kids is no walk in the park. But cry because you are my last baby, and even though the going gets tough sometimes, I want to savor it until I'm ready for you to grow up. But it seems you are going to keep on getting older whether I like it or not. I'm pretty sure this won't be the last time you do something whether I like it or not. Indeed, ask Grandma Jo and Grandpa Bob about my tattoos.
So, what happened this month? You learned how to pull to a stand on your own. And you can stand unassisted for indefinite amounts of time. Or until Elise knocks you over. Or you decide that you can stand without holding onto anything and go crashing to the ground. This happened repeatedly a few weeks ago, and your face was a roadmap of bumps, scratches, and bruises. I promise, it hurt your father and I much more than it hurt you!
You also popped your first tooth through! You've got a few more threatening to come through any day, and while it bothered you a bit, you were a pretty good sport throughout the whole thing. This has led to you tolerating different foods a bit more, but you still tend to prefer a bottle. I don't know why - the smell of that stuff is gagerrific! Speaking of, you have a heck of a gag reflex, kiddo. Something hits you wrong or a toy gets a little too far towards the back of your throat, and you are launching your stomach contents out with hurdling speed. It's not amusing. At all. I won't be sad when that part of you is grown up. I promise.
You really are such a happy baby. I know I say it every month, but you laugh and smile and babble constantly. Your smile practically takes over your entire face, and your eyes dance with joy. I'm convinced you are going to do great things with that smile.
Thank you for making me smile. Thank you for being so happy. Thank you for being so cuddly (did I mention how scrumptious your chubby thighs are?) And thank you for being my son. I love you, Mommy
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