Thursday, August 23, 2012

It's August 22 (+1), Eddy is 8 months old!

Okay, surely we lost a day or two there. Are we still jet-lagged? Did the elevation in Colorado mess with our heads? This last month went by entirely too fast, my baby boy. And while it feels like 15, maybe 20 days have passed since July 22, you sure have done a month's worth of growing so alas, you are 8 months old.

You rung in your eighth month by melting my heart. You have called out to me about 20 times in the past 2 days with the word "Mama!" Maybe this word just happens to fit in with the other sounds you are making right now (uh ba ba) but I'll take it! You say it at exactly the right times which has me convinced that you know what you are doing. And although you have been saying my name since the beginning ("Maaaaa!), putting those two syllables together is sweet music to my ears. You also very sweetly whisper Papa sometimes and look right at him while doing it.

As we ushered in month 6, there was nary a tooth to be seen and now you have 5 - count 'em - 5! I'm a bit obsessed. It seems the more teeth you get, the cheesier that grin gets! You are a knucklehead if I've ever known one. Hmmm, wonder where you get that?

We had a great time visiting Cookie and Grandpa Gus in Colorado and a few of our friends joined us, too! We went to the Denver Zoo, a bunch of breweries, Rocky Mountain National Park, and The Children's Museum. You also flew on an airplane for the first time!

You are oh so close to getting up on your little knees to crawl and had a heckuva time getting into "stuff" for the first time today. I can tell that you know exactly what you're doing because you look at me every once in a while and flash me that cheesy grin.

Update --- Oh - and how could I forget one of your coolest developments? You started making the 'milk' sign the day before we came home from Colorado. Seeing your chubby, little hand make the squeezing gesture is incredible and the power of communication is powerful indeed. You are so very pleased with yourself when you show me the sign and I ask you, "You want milk?"

Summer is dragging slowly to a hot, sweaty halt and we will welcome fall just before your ninth month - and my birthday! This is the time of year that I always start dreamily anticipating that first whisper of cooler weather. This is also the time of year that your papa always starts dreamily anticipating that first college football game. I'm a huge fan, too - remind me to tell you of a memorable weekend road trip to Nebraska to watch the Longhorns play - but your papa always gets particularly sick this time of year. It's called Football Fever and there are no approved vaccinations on the market as of yet. The only cures seems to be more football. I know that his heart will melt when you join him to cheer on The University of Texas, just as mine does when you call out my name.

8 months old. Incredible.

Well, I do believe that he's practicing his Heisman pose!

"Down, set..."

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