Eight months old - you are sprawled across my lap resisting sleep, charming the socks off of me (a frequent thing) with the way you keep reaching your chubby little hand up to be kissed, pacifier crooked from the smiles. I always kiss your sweet hand, but sometimes, it turns into tickles on the backs of your arms or neck and it always ends in giggles.
You are a busy boy these days, and always curious. You weigh 18.8 pounds (29th percentile) and you are 27.75 inches long (43rd percentile). You are fairly certain you should be walking around and have gone to the appropriate lengths to begin doing so. You pull up very easily now - something you first started eleven days ago.
It's like a life-sized game of Mouse Trap to keep you in an area where you can find limited trouble. You love shredding magazines, attempting to destroy the fireplace cover, opening cabinets, and Eisley's teeny tiny toys.
Now that you are up and scooting along things, nothing is safe. And we have already had to lock up cabinets, a new territory for us.
You recently decided to scream in protest at baths, so a sink bath happened and you found it magical. Everything within 15 feet shared in the magic.
Your timing with bath-hating is a little unfortunate with the way you destroy your food. This month, you have really enjoyed cucumbers, apples, blueberries, and lettuce.
Your sleep continues to be unpredictable and I'm afraid to say one word about it out loud because I always jinx something. We have played around with routines, clothing, blankets, and just about everything I can think of in attempt to help. I'm hopeful for consistent sleep before three years old (like Eisley).
This month, you took your first airplane ride and were an angel; you definitely prefer traveling when not in your car seat.
You went swimming for the first time this month, too. You enjoyed watching people and were as still as I have ever seen you. You ended up taking a nap in the pool!
We love you, sweet bubba!