Edson's eighth month has been momentous. I guess all the months are, but the party gets real when the babies start moving. He is one busy boy, and if you take your eye off him for a minute he will find a dangerous activity (standing holding on to the rocking chair or swing, rocking the vacuum back and forth, standing holding on to one chair while pushing another chair, various unsanitary activities with the diaper trashcan, pulling out drawers... I could keep going for a long time). And now that he can hold out his arms to ask for me...
melt.
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These photos courtesy of Stephanie Hendricks
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| laughing! |
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| rough housing with dad |
I like...
- exploring the house! I am especially fascinated by wires, plastic bags, the garbage can, and the wicker trunk.
- people. I don't give out smiles indiscriminately anymore, but I still like people a lot. Especially men with beards and children.
- moving. All the time. I can crawl, pull myself to standing, and cruise a little. I love to jump on people's laps until their biceps can't take it anymore.
- pulling out books from shelves.
- ripping paper and trying to rip cloth
- bath time. I've learned how to sit and splash, play with my duckie, and kick in the water while mom holds my head. I cry when she takes me out, even if I'm cold.
I don't like...
- shoes, socks, and hats
- being alone
- not being allowed to play with mugs of hot coffee
- the bulb aspirator or saline drops
I can
- almost clap
- say dada, dayday, ahbah, gee, boy, and ma
- indicate in new and exciting ways that I am hungry (pulling mom's shirt down)
- stand holding on to moving objects (rocking chairs, swings, etc)
- Give slobbery kisses (my technique is improving)
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| Reading his book after extricating his leg from the constricting jammies |
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| The first time I found him standing on his own |
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| Constantly in motion |
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| We survived his first cold |
