Happy 8 Month Birthday Mister! 8 Month sounds so incredibly old. Someone at work today asked how old my baby was and I replied "7 Months. Well actually 8 months, today" and I was struck by how old you sound. You are inching closer and closer to the 1 year mark and I'm not sure I'm ready for that quite yet.
- I forgot the 'i am 8 months old!!' which I'll add later-
You have become very animated over the past month with your expression, actions and noises. You have the goofiest faces lately. You make this surprised "O" face which is just hilarious. Or you will pout and quickly smile as if you are trying to pull one over on all of us. You have also learned how to clap in the past month. It's quite funny to watch since you haven't mastered your coordination yet and many times end up slapping yourself in the face. And lets not forget your voice. Holy cow child have you found.your.voice. You squeal when you are excited and by squeal, I mean scream. It's quite funny until we are sitting in a crowded church with a full (read: loud) band with everyone singing and you squeal so loud that half the church turns around to look at you, then it's just plain embarrassing. I love how happy you are though and that you have found a way to express it.
Although you have become Mr. Independent with your army crawling, pulling yourself up, and crawling up the stairs, you have become kinda a Momma's boy again. You like to be held constantly, you reach for me if I put you down, and will cry if I leave the room. I say 'kinda a Momma's boy' because you still totally light up when Daddy enters the room. No one brings a smile to your face or can make you laugh as hard as Daddy can. Thank you for saying "dada" this month little man and for learning how to kiss us. There are few things sweeter than feeling you "kiss" our face or hearing you say our names.
You have continued exploring new foods and continued loving them all. You already recognize the Cheerio box and the Puff containers. I love the power both have over you at this point. You started getting your third tooth and this one bothered you so much! We had a few rough nights, tons of cuddling, too many tears, and a lot of thankful prayers for the makers of Tylenol and Oral-Gel. You experienced your first cold on the 24th and here on the 4th, you still haven't been able to shake it. You hate - let me repeat - HATE having your nose wiped.
In the past few months, I have started calling you by a certain nickname which I won't say here because your father hates it. Truthfully, I don't really like it either but it seriously just slips out sometimes ... ok a lot lately. So the other day, I was changing your diaper at Aunt Janna and Uncle Jason's house and you were rolling over and I called you by this name. Micah quickly and sternly goes "Tisti. Hes name is not -nickname nickname-. Hes name is Colin." And while Micah may be correct on your real name and Daddy may be correct in that it's a silly name, you are my little boy and I'm sure this is just the first of me embarrassing you in public :)Remember its all out of love!
With all my love,
Mommy
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