Thursday, July 9, 2015

07-09-15 Eight months

These are the moments I wish I could bottle and keep on a shelf. 

Baby E Is getting big and no amount of denial will keep him tiny forever. 

He turned eight months old the other day. 
He loves food, especially cereal (and the accidental servings of honey mustard!) 
He rolls over and scoots around on his belly to get where he wants to go. 
He sits on his own. 
He wakes up once or twice a night. 
He talks like a gremlin. 
His laugh sounds like a cry. 
He likes to touch your face and pull on your lips. 
He has six teeth. 
He says baba baba when he is hungry. 
He thinks C and Big E are hilarious. 
He loves Ms. Rebecca. 
He is a master at the walker. 
He is starting to give huge, slimy, wide mouth kisses. Perfection! 

Happy eight months, little guy. We love you!