Here you are eight months old.  You are amazing.  You are definitely your own person.  You do things your way.  You smile. You laugh. You cry. You absolutely love your brother.  Each month you are here with us I have a hard time remembering what life was like before you, and even before Max.  And you know what?  I am totally okay with that because life is SO much better with you, and with Max.

At eight months,
-you finally rolled over! It took some time, with some assistance at first, but now you can do it all on your own.  One catch though, you only roll to the right side. 

-you are pulling yourself up at the coffee table, at the kitchen chairs, if you grab my legs, anywhere possible.  You just want to be in the vertical position, simple as that.

-you are pushing yourself all over the floor, though only backwards. 

-you are starting to get up on your hands and knees, getting ready to crawl.  However, with the pulling up and always wanting to be standing, I wouldnt be surprised if you go from only rolling to the right, and pushing yourself backward to walking. 

-lots and lots of babbling - ba-ba's, ma-ma's, ga-ga's. 

-you dont like the little fruit or veggie puffs, but you love the teething biscuits. 

-you will cry when I take a shower.  You start to cry as soon as I close the curtain and will stop when I am done. 

-you love being on the bed - whether its mine or Max's - with Max.  You two start a decent giggle fest. 

-you've been experiencing quite a bit of pain with the top teeth.  They havent made an appearance yet, but I'd imagine soon. 

-you still love your swim class. 

-we had our first 'us-only' trip to the Wisconsin Dells to meet some new friends.  You did awesome given your complete distaste for the car and car seat (yes, you still do not like them, however its getting easier as you will get distracted with your brother). 

We are definitely operating as a family unit now.  I love it.  Max loves it (most of the time).  You love it. 

Thank you for being just who you are.
I love you little boy,
Mama

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