Yes... the little munchkin is already 8 whopping months old. Eight months old!! I swear I can't believe it.
He is cute. Really, really cute. And no, I'm totally not biased at all. Just ask my parents. Or in-laws.
I'm very lucky that he's SUCH an easy baby. Yes, I did say that out loud and know that I'm totally going to regret it tomorrow when he wakes up at the crack a** of dawn or something. Of course, I also said that Sheridan was easy when she was his age and look what I have on my hands now... a 5 year old daughter who flips the bird, who still throws some serious tantrums, and who may or may not eat a single meal put in front of her, though that usually only happens on days that end in 'y'.
His tricks of late are... eating everything put in front of him, especially hummus and mashed potatoes. Untying and throwing the bumpers out of his crib. Sitting. Attempting to crawl. Screeching. Clapping. Smiling... oh does this little guy smile.
He's busy. He's very busy. And he's all boy... as especially noted when I take off his diaper and he reaches for his nether regions.