At eight months, Joey is:
crawling, and I am having to get used to keeping a more constant eye on him. Yesterday I cleaned up a bag of corn tortillas and the cats' overturned water bowl that he managed to dump on the floor.
learning to give kisses.
a snuggle-bug, which makes this mama's heart so happy.
not quite sleeping through the night. He has gone through phases of sleeping 12 hours straight before, but he's not now, which is a little frustrating.
waving bye-bye like a champ.
growing, and growing, and growing.
He turned eight months on Saturday, and Chris suggested we take a few pictures. I think he meant literally two, one of each of us holding him, but I dragged him to the park with my camera's remote and we took about a hundred.
When I'm putting him to sleep at night and his tired head lays heavy on my shoulder, I'm overcome with a feeling that has no words. My heart and head feel so full, and I can't think for a second, and I never want to let him go. Joey, my little love. Keep growing.