Eight Months

Dear J,

Wow, it’s been eight months already. Really?! I know I say that every time, but seriously. One day you will understand what I’m talking about, but for now, you’ll just have to take my word for the fact that time just disappears when you’re watching a little one grow up.

And growing up, you are. No one can believe how much hair you have. I never understood (read: silently judged) moms who wouldn’t cut their kids’ hair. I mean, it’s just hair – whatever. But here I am, saying to myself, “no, it’s not just hair.” It’s a stage that has passed and will never be back. Yes, I know, it is just hair and I know that whether your hair is cut or not, that stage passes regardless, but it is symbolic of something, and I’m not ready to admit that we’re in the next stage in your life yet – even if it’s already here. Plus, most kids don’t get there this early. I mean, seriously, your hair is in your eyes, and over your ears. It’s the cutest thing when you grab it with your fingertips and stroke the little ends of the hair over your ears. You kind of zone out when you do that – like you’re considering the fate of the world, or what the island on LOST really is.

You just smile all the time. And laugh. And jabber jabber jabber. You even say the cutest little “Hi Dad” that comes out more like “eye-da”, but we know what you mean (of course we do).

Peek-a-boo is your favorite game to play, and it really gets you cracking up. You and GiGi were playing peek-a-boo at lunch the other day, and we actually had to stop because you were laughing and squealing so loud in the restaurant.

You’re eating all kinds of foods now, and so far, I don’t think you’ve turned a single thing away. Sometimes you make a funny face, but you always come back for more. The funny thing is that you have absolutely no interest in trying to feed yourself. As a matter of fact, you’ll put anything into your mouth except for food.

You’re trying to wave and trying to figure out the crawling thing. You can get up on all fours, but then you don’t quite know what to do after that. You can keep it that way as long as you’d like, though. I don’t think I’m ready for your mobility, either.

Oh, and finally, I have to end with the best. You love to hug and kiss. You give the best hugs – just squeezing tight whenever we pick you up. And your kisses are basically very wet (five teeth and counting) nose bites. There is nothing cuter in the world.

I Love You,
Mom

P.S. I forgot to mention that you help now, when we’re dressing you. You put your arms up and gather your fingers together to make it easier to put a shirt on. It’s just adorable.