Almost two weeks ago, you turned 8 months old. Your mama's a bit late with this letter, because...well, life sometimes gets busy and things slide a little. Your dad is even helping me co-write this month's letter.
The last month and a half have been pretty eventful and you continue to take this whole "mobility" thing very seriously. You like to use the people around you as jungle gyms and can pull yourself to standing on just about anything that is stationary. You are even starting to take steps with support. You are working very hard on getting up on your hands and knees, but for the time being, you're pretty quick with the army crawl. Taco, who barely acknowledges your existence at this point in your life, is dreading this new development.
You're becoming much more verbal and are combining a lot more sounds, but you really seem to prefer the back sounds. It's hard not to interpret your "ah-gah"s as "Oh god! Oh god!" especially when you are riding alone in the backseat of a car.
It's been a while since peeing your pants was the end of the world. In the past 6 weeks, four new teeth have made an appearance, and your dad hypothesizes that the pain of teething has made you realize that wet drawers aren't all that bad.
You are now able to entertain yourself for short periods of time. You still love to put everything in your mouth, but you also love to bang toys on things and on each other. You enjoy studying the way wheels and turny bits spin, but find it absolutely offensive if someone has the audacity to stack anything or put anything inside of anything else. Lord help a person who wants to build a tower, because you will knock it over faster than you can say, "OH GOD!" Bath times are now less business-focused and more play-oriented.
I'll admit it's not all sunshine and roses all day, every day. You have developed a need to pinch. My chest and dad's arms are covered in bruises that tell the tale of the destruction that your tiny fingers are capable of. We sometimes find ourselves held hostage by a cranky monster that has achieved champion-level nap fighting status. We walk laps with you in the ring sling - living room, entry way, kitchen, dining room, living room, entry way, kitchen, dining room - for what feels like hours until you eventually give in and pass out. Dad has taken to singing to you during meal times (at least when we are at home), because it usually delays the inevitable fit of "OH MY GOD WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME EAT THIS?!" You have perfected this pterodactyl screech, which, when combined with your wailing screams, is capable of short-circuiting my brain in a way that no other sound ever has. Even given all of that, Doodles, we consider ourselves very lucky that you tend to be a pretty laid back little dude.
The rest of the year holds so many exciting things: your first Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas. The next few months will fly by, and before we know it, you will be a walking, talking toddler. But until then, we'll soak up all the snuggles we can.
Love,
Mama (and Dad)
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