8 months

Oh Finney Man. If I had to list my favorite months of yours so far, I think that 8 months is going to take the cake, for sure. I feel like you've changed, leaps and bounds as babies tend to do at this age, and once again everything is coming fast and furious and I'm often left in the dust.

You're still army crawling your way around, and you move so darn quickly like this that I have trouble believing that you're even going to put the effort in to crawl any other way. Your dirty tummy is such a lovely reminder to me that I need to mop more often! You've found the dog food, but thankfully I was more prepared for this than I was for Eddie to find it, which is to mean that you didn't actually get any in your mouth. Small victories for Momma! Your other favorite places to scoot to are the curtains (serioulsy, why? you love fabric, I just don't understand. You will also haul ass to get to your sippy cup of water). You are so darned determined to follow that brother of yours, and with him as your example you're already trying to walk. You love to pull up on the couches and cruise (the computer and the remote control are your favorites to try and reach) and you have started standing on your own for a couple seconds at a time. **edited to add** 2 days later you've also started to try and climb the stairs. AHHHH!!!

Yes, you read that right. He's standing. On his own. At 8 months. And yes, more often than not I have to surpress the urge to push him down onto that cute little heiney of his, because HOLY HELL I am scared to have an early walker. Scared out of my ever lovin' mind. Anyway.

This 8 month birthday is a big one, too, because you're getting your first tooth! One of your bottom ones is breaking through that gummy little smile of yours. We noticed it yesterday, just a tiny little hole giving us a warning of what's to come. Today it's a nice little line and I can feel a sharp little toother coming through. (let's throw another one of those HOLY HELL's in here, because HOLY HELL I'm going to be nursing a baby with TEETH). It doesn't seem to be making you too miserable, yet, so hopefully it stays that way.

You, my Finney Mac, are quite a joy to be around. Everyone loves your huge and awesome smile, your hilarious strawberry hair sticks out every which way gets some giggles, but overall, your long, long, loooooong eyelashes still get about 5 comments a day.

Every morning you wake up early and hop into bed with me and Daddy, sleep and nurse for a bit, but when you're ready to wake for the day you roll right over to your Daddy and start pulling on his hair and face. You love your boys, Daddy and your bi-bo Eddie. Eddie still loves you, too, squeeling "hiiiiiii" all day long to you, with his new favorite thing being to pull you up and make you sit with him. He can't stand when you crawl away from him, and I'm not sure if its because he misses your company or because you're usually crawling towards his toys. Oh, the appeal of big brother toys is beyond anything we'll understand, because I can have every baby toy laid out and you still beeline to Eddie's things. Forbidden fruit!

I love you, little man. Sharp little tooth and all!