Eight Months

LJ is eight months old today, and while I wouldn't say these eight months have gone fast, I do find myself looking back and wondering where the time has gone.  He is still the sweetest baby ever and a joy to have around.  Right now, I love the way he gets soooo excited when he grabs and reaches that one thing that he's not supposed to have (think cell phone, TV remote, baby food container...).  Right now, I love that he's so content to just sit.  Right now, I love that I Man can get him to belly laugh like no one else.  Right now, I love that it's L with whom he loves to read books.  Right now, I love that he goes to sleep well in his own bed, but can still fall asleep in my arms.  Right now, I am having a hard time believing this baby is eight months old...

LJ continues to eat and sleep the same way he did in Month Seven. Firsts this month include eating Cheerios and fruit puffs (neither of which he can get into his own mouth), his first Thanksgiving, his first trip to the A Team's house and his first encounter with a Christmas tree.  He can now click his tongue, anticipates the tickle when you play 'This Little Piggy' or 'Here Comes a Mousey,' jumps so hard in his exersaucer that he can move around the linoleum while in it (yikes!), knocks over towers of blocks that we build for him, and makes it his mission to splash all of the water out of his baby bath by kicking his legs.  :-) 

(This is where he spent much of his first Thanksgiving.  Out of the way and yet still where he could see us (because if there's anything this baby does not like, it's being alone!).  He was such a good baby that Great Grandpa asked, "does that baby ever cry?")

(not sure about the new hat)

(helping A5 celebrate her 5th birthday)

(with his 'babysitter,' thanks A3!)

(After we put up the Christmas tree, I sat LJ near it to get his picture.  He touched it and made a horrible shocked face (second picture) before starting to cry.  Ha!)

Aren't babies sweet - when they're sleeping?