Our little guy smiley is EIGHT months old! It’s so cliché… but I really can’t believe his first year is flying by like this. He’s a sweetheart. Definitely taking his time on meeting those milestones… were I a first-time mom, I’d probably be scouring the internet looking for tips and tricks to help baby become mobile. But this ain’t my first rodeo, and I’m a smart enough momma (at least some of the time) to know a good thing when I see it… there will be PLENTY of time to chase my little man. For now, I will savor every sitting-still moment.
He’s definitely learned to be the squeaky wheel. While still the happiest baby on the planet 99% of the time… he’s pretty much mad at the entire world for that other 1%. There is no in-between. He’s either blissful, or outright angry. Back when he was little (ha!) he used to give us these little warning cries… almost like Morse code. “Warning. Warning. I’m a little unhappy… if it’s not too much trouble… could you?…”
Not anymore. Now it sounds more like “What in the WORLD does a guy have to do to get a BOTTLE AROUND HERE?! WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?!” Frankly it’s probably a good thing. It shows he can adapt to his environment, survival instinct maybe. Here are a few funny shots of our newest “Mr. Personality”…
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