OMG OMG OMG - just when I thought I couldn't love my son more, he turned eight months old. This last month has been so so sooooooo (times infinity) much fun.
OMG.
He's crawling like a freaking champ. He loves to go after the doggie water bowl (ugh...Aunt Kara and Uncle Tom, I blame you!). He looooves his little doughnut ring toys. He also still loves chasing Sienna in his walker, but I think Sienna is about over it. He pulls himself up like a champ, and he can even walk along the table. He falls and bangs his head probably more than he should, but chicks dig scars so I'm okay with it.
Lots of grunting. Loves almost all food now, particularly mac and cheese from Aubrey's. His best feature is his hair (am I allowed to say that?). He has big features - big eyes, big nose, big lips, big cheeks, big forehead. And he is still looking just like his Daddy.
He has a tough personality. Not a lot of crying unless he gets frustrated or hungry. He cracks up when Mommy tries to dance or sing. And he is loving him some Sesame Street. He is becoming a pain in the butt when it comes to changing diapers and putting on clothes, but I forgive him. He still chokes when he laughs, and it makes all the ladies swoon.
Just take a look at these pictures and start swooning:
Okay, okay, Baby Jace. Now just go ahead and stay this age forever :)
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