I cannot believe my baby boy is 8 months old already. Almost 9 actually. Wow.
He is so sweet and happy. I can’t tell you how many times people have commented about how laid back he is.
On a side note, this is what happens when you ask the dads to watch the kids.
He’s been pulling up on things for the last month, and within the last few days has been standing for a few seconds without holding onto anything before sitting down really carefully.
He loves to watch out the window.
And he has TEETH. Six, as you can see, with the two on either side of the bottom making their way in. I’m pretty sure the girls didn’t have more than 3 or 4 before they were 1.
I’m still breastfeeding, and the teeth make it slightly interesting, but we’re getting through it. He’s eating some real foods, too. Not on a regular basis because he’s just not that interested, but when he shows interest I give him bits of what we’re having if it’s something he can eat. We’ve offered him a bit of mushy baby food but he didn’t like it much. He prefers to feed himself!