My little man is 8 months old! This month has been exciting and challenging. While still a chill little dude by nature, his teething pain has turned him into quite a crab at times. He wants to be held more, and somedays I just count down the minutes until nap time. He has one tooth on the bottom that cut through a couple days after we arrived in Cali. It looks like the other bottom tooth is going to cut through at anytime, and his top two front teeth look like they're going to pop through his gums. Poor little guy.
He loves to eat, and will scream at me if the bites are too small or too slow. He loves, loves, loves bread. He can pretty much handle any table food I give him, but we're still doing mostly purees.
He is sitting up on his own now. yay! It doesn't look like he is going to be crawling anytime soon. I am so okay with that because I fear that he might be my child that gets into everything. He can clap on beat to If You're Happy And You Know It, I kid you not! It is so adorable!
He is still not sleeping through the night. He is getting up at least once for his pacifier. I know I say I'm going to let him cry it out every time I write about him, but I have yet to do it. I know its going to get harder as he gets older because then he will be able to call me. Maybe we'll bite the bullet this weekend. ::sigh::
The jury is still out on weather his hair will be blond or brown. I get opposite comments on how light or dark his hair is all the time. Cory says its way darker than Peyton's hair was at 8 months old. I don't even remember. All I know is that in a few months I'll be able to style it in a faux hawk which Cory will be less than thrilled about. Ha. We'll just have to trade off how we want to do his hair because I love little faux hawks on little boys.
I just love this rooney boy!