My darling son,
Today you are 8 months old. Let me repeat that - Eight. Months. Old. Some days it feels like I brought you home only yesterday.
You have two bottom teeth now and you're working on the top ones. It's making for crankiness and sleepless nights, at the moment.
You babble a lot more now. No words yet but you're definitely getting your sounds down pretty well. You also 'sing' in the car to the radio. Loudly. I really need to record that soon, in fact.
You spin in circles when we put you down to play and you can military crawl your way to the toy you want.
You've started eating real food and you have a serious preference for banana.
We have a routine these days. It's working for us, mostly. Some days it works better than others, of course. You hang out on your tummy time mat after nursing..
You play in the living room..
You hang on the couch with your parents in the evening...
You chill with dragons...
We wear or carry you everywhere we go (we both decided to forgo using a stroller)...
The post office to mail your cousins their hanukkah stuff
The liquor store to buy your grandma a gift for Christmas
The Farmer's Market (with it's really odd fake cow photo op area)
If you read this later in life please know.. you are loved. No matter what life throws at you or how things change.. you are loved. Your father and I both love you more than words can say. When you hug us.. our hearts melt. When you give us slobbery kisses on the cheek we feel your love (and slime) in return. I could not imagine my life without you, son. I cannot wait to see what the next month brings.