literally in the past couple days the moving obsession has begun. you've gone from sitting and playing to rolling, scooting (mostly backwards), and rocking on all fours. diaper changing could be confused for a wrestling match. and if you're upright at all? jumping. always jumping.
you're still pretty easy, but have developed a little bit of "feisty" here in your old age. I'm pretty sure you're just frustrated by your lack of mobility and have really developed some opinions about what you want (most notably: computer, remote, phones). and you're a bit of an attention hog.
eight teeth. boom. just like that. sent me hustling to the baby books to see what else I've been missing. oh, I was suppose to be feeding you meats? oops. you seem fine. here, have some puffs. and given the last few nights, I think there may be even more teeth in the works?! braces before we know it...
words? not really...but you do say "wow" a lot. and can repeat it if someone says it to you. your brother used to say that too...hmmm... guess it's in the everyday vernacular around here. and you click your tongue, and do the whole "dadadada" thing.
you're pretty tough, too. or you just like your brother so much that all the pinching, poking, and jumping on you (seriously, his full body weight) just don't seem to bother you.
eight months. phew. where has time even gone?
2 comments:
Rachel! Your children are just the cutest! Do you get that a lot? You must. ADORABLE.
you're just too sweet, maggy.
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