This little person will be 8 months old tomorrow and oooh boy have we reached the 'fun' stage! He has learned the art of crawling (more like inchworming, but it gets him where he wants to go) so needless to say, he's getting into everything. He's constantly putting little random bits of stuff that he finds on the floor in his mouth - an old sticker here, a bit of fuzz there. A cord, a raisin, a leaf, a lego, a whoknowswhatthatisgetitoutofyourmouth.
He's such a happy little guy. That is, until you try to contain him. Pack 'n play, saucer, swing? Forget it. Well, he might like it for like 30 seconds. And I've got to get something done, like feed the other two little people in this house so let's try wearing him. He's 22+ lbs so I've been wrapping him on my back lately. And have I mentioned, he loves to pull hair. I hardly ever wear my hair down anymore for this very reason, and when he's on my back he sees a ponytail and thinks its a fun toy to grab and yank on.
And we're getting our two front teeth in! They are about halfway in. He's been 'experimenting' with how fun it is to have two bottom teeth and two top teeth. He especially loves to gnaw on my shoulder as I tote him around the house.
But isn't he cute? He really is a fun little guy. I knew this stage was coming and I was savoring every moment of when he was a content little baby who would lay on his back and play with a block for 20 minutes.
Just the ramblings of a tired mama who has a husband who's been working A LOT.
Good thing he's ADORABLE.
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