month eight. eight months.
this month has been the month of crawling, and giggles, and miss bang. oh how you love that annoying, annoying dog. you laugh when she walks by. you scream at her when she doesn't come say hello to you when you're in your bouncearound. you crawl over and lay your head down next to her and hold on to her collar. she drives me crazy so at least someone here loves her. just kidding. i suppose i love her too. if nothing else her face is ridiculous to look at. no wonder you laugh at her. besties for life.
you're on the move, determined to explore all the parts of the house. you fluctuate between scooting, crawling, doing the worm, and TRYING TO STAND UP WHILE CRAWLING.
i am so not ready for this. and at the same time, i am SO READY FOR THIS.
you are no longer happy when we refuse to let you crawl away. you must. be. moving. BYE! when you're done nursing now? you attempt to get up and crawl away. like, what mama? i'm done. i've got places to be. like over there on the other side of the couch eating your phone. when you're done reading books? you attempt to crawl away. i'm not really sure what you're after but you have the itch to move move move.
oh! ok, uh, bye jude!dad did not appreciate your pants on inside your shirt. i thought you looked quite stylish. layers are in. anyway, it kept your knees from getting scraped up.
this past week we have suspected that you are teething. cranky in the evening? occasional low fever? angrily jamming things into face? check check check.
but we've thought that before! months before! in fact in month three we could actually see one of your teeth in your gum. but still no teeth.
now listen sir, i'm not in any hurry. you've been doing fine gumming your tomatoes, quesadillas, and beans to death without teeth. we have no real need for teeth right now. but if you're going to keep up with this night time screaming it would be mighty nice if eventually there was a payout. or, you know, you just toned down some of the yelling a touch.
i appreciate your cooperation in this matter.
you continue to be the content little buddah. quiet. watching. absorbing. occasionally, giggling. you ride around in your sling and observe the world. you think noises are very funny, especially tongue clicking. you immediately turn when someone does it and smile and mimick. and you babble, mamamamamama bababababababa dadadadadada. you play up in your bed and run your wooden teether along the rails like a tiny prisoner and laugh. whatever, weirdo, whatever makes you happy.
you like to ride your new baby scoots.
you REALLY like to ride your new baby scoots.
caged, for now.
for mother's day we watched our first (and most bestest) zombie movie together, dawn of the dead. or rather, dad and i watched it, and you attempted to scale the couch. close enough.
you're a heart stealer, child. it's been an excellent month. next month will be better.