HAPPY 8 MONTHS.

hello little (slightly big) boy,

you are eight months old.  um, how did that happen?  how is it possible that we are now closer to your one year old birthday than your birth.  i have already scheduled the date for your first birthday party.  not sure if i can really wrap my head around that.

while i often lament about the speed in which your life is passing me by, i must admit that life with you just keeps getting better and better. i love you more every day, every hour, every minute, every second and you have become my little buddy, no longer the baby i took care of and entertained, now the best friend i spend my days with. you have quickly become the company i enjoy being in the most.  you are such a loving, affectionate, golden hearted, smiley, happy-go-lucky child.

we spend our time rough housing around the living room, snuggling up to good stories on the couch, climbing over blanket and pillow mountains on the bed, peek-a-booing, playing at the park, getting our hands dirty in the sand and the grass, meeting other kids at gymboree and playgroup, running errands and doing chores, and as long as we are together we are happy.  you are definitely a mama's boy and in the past couple of weeks you have become even more attached to me (which i wasn't sure was possible), often crying to get back into my arms when someone else is holding you and although i hope you will be an outgoing child, i love how much you need me.  it makes my heart swell to proportions i didn't know were possible.  you wrap your arms around my neck, plant giant kisses on my cheeks, run your hands through my hair, and reach out for me.  you truly love daddy with all your heart, lighting up when he walks in the door, we facetime with him, or you hear him on speaker phone.  when the three of us are together, you are at your happiest.

you are developing at lightening speed, each day bringing something new learned: giving kisses, waving bye-bye, blowing spit bubbles and raspberries, crawling, pulling up on everything, trying out new sounds, and eating adult foods, to name a few.  you are very in tune with your surroundings and you love imitating the people around you.  if we laugh, you laugh.  if we smile, you smile.  if we hum or sing a tune, you try doing the exact same tune.  with how aware you are, i think we need to start being on our best behavior around you.

you have always been a busy boy, our little wild child, and even before you were crawling, you were all over the place.  now that you are mobile, there is no stopping you.  your current infatuation with cords, power strips, opening cupboards, and everything else that is off-limits really means that i should begin baby proofing, but i've been neglecting that motherly duty and realized today as you stood up on the entertainment center and pulled a few heavy things off of a shelf that i really need to take care of that.  your mobility is allowing you to experience a little independence and you love exploring and investigating.  when we are out of the house, you are very inquisitive and take everything in. when you look at new things your mouth drops open in amazement and i can almost see your mind working as you decipher exactly what everything is and how it works. grandma calls you a little engineer.

your favorite thing of the moment is animals, especially tobi even though tobi isn't your biggest fan (you haven't figured out the concept of gentle yet).  i sing old mcdonald probably fifty times a day with every animal noise imaginable and you could read books about animals infinitely over and over.  you are completely enchanted when we go to the zoo or the animal farm.

you are such a sweet and caring little boy and it is amazing to see your personality come out.  your daddy and i love you so incredibly much.  these really feel like the best days of our lives because of you.

love, mummy and daddy

you love:

water
fruits giving kisses walking everywhere jumping crawling clasping your hands together (something you have done since birth) clapping by swishing your hands up and down blowing rasberries spitting saying dada and ah da spending time outdoors playing in sand, dirt, and grass pulling hair and grabbing faces

you hate:

getting your diaper changed
having things taken off of you missing naps (in the sense that you are then overtired) taking naps the car seat