Eight Months Old

Yep. It's true.

My baby boy is eight months old!

His sweet eight months have been filled with major life change after major life change. When he was three months old, we found out we were moving to Virginia. When he was four months old, we put our house on the market. When he was five months old, we moved into my parents' house. When he was six months old, Daddy moved to Virginia. When he was seven months old, we all moved to Virginia. And here we are, at eight months old! Whew!

My precious red head loves, loves, loves his big brother. Like, big brother can be torturing him, and he's just cracking up laughing, loving every minute of it!

This one (at 22 pounds!) can EAT. I just stopped nursing him this week. He's eating lilcrunchies, yogurt bites, yogurt, baby food, arrowroot cookies--pretty much everything that Gerber makes. He's got four teeth, and he knows how to use them. Yikes! :)

 

Baby brother has about ten different nicknames. My favorite? The toddler calls him "Lala-co!" (Probably because Daddy calls him "Jack-a-bo") I call him "Jack Attack" and "Jack Bean." Speaking of which, I have already started planning his first birthday party. The theme? Jack and the Beanstalk. :)

 

The baby goes to bed at 7:00 and wakes up at about 6:15. Awesome! He is "crawling"--it's not quite an Army Crawl--it looks more like swimming freestyle on the carpet. Ha!

 

He has the deepest laugh and a deep, raspy voice. It's so cute! He's our little man. :)

I love my Jack Attack so much! Jesus has blessed me deeply and richly with this sweet child. His soft, wispy red curls, his deep dimple when he smiles, his piercing blue eyes, his soft skin and chunky rolls--oh, I could just eat him up! He brings so much joy and laughter into our home. I cannot wait to see him blossom into a toddler (although, I don't think I can handle the fact that my baby will be ONE in four months)!