Wednesday, October 07, 2015
Babies. You're 8 months old already. It's scary how time flies when you're having fun. Or when you're exhausted. And totally consumed with two cute little boys.
You're both so amazing. You're silly and sweet, and oh so smart. Everyone who meets you is amazed at how laid back you are, how good you are. Your smiles charm everyone. Your giggles are contagious. It's impossible to look at you without melting.
You both love:
When your Dada plays the guitar
The BINGO song
Applesauce, oatmeal, bananas, pancakes, chicken, Cheerios, salmon, garlic bread and pasta with bolognese sauce.
When Mama sings you songs
Raspberries on your belly
J, you love:
Books. You visibly get excited whenever Mama takes them out. Your current favorite is "Chicka Chicka Boom Boom" and "Mr. Brown Can Moo"
Tags on blankets
B, you love:
Bathtime-you splash and spalsh!
J has 4 teeth, B 3. I forget that they exist sometimes and forget to brush them for you. I'll try harder. Today we brushed twice.
Both of you can crawl and sit up, though B can sit up FROM a crawl on his own. And B can pull himself up to a standing position. J is content with staying in the same place for a while. We can't tell if he's a little lazy, or if he's just smart enough to realize that his crazy little brother will breeze by any minute dragging new toys in his wake...
Neither of you completely grasp the idea of waving "Hi" or clapping when we say "Yay!", but you're on the verge. I feel like you're on the verge of so many things...and it's exciting. And a little heartbreaking at the same time.
Motherhood. Who knew it was going to be so bipolar? What a wonderful adventure you've brought us these last 8 months. We love you sweet babies.
...next up, your first plane ride! Stay tuned.